Welcome To Thr33 Ringz Intro

Nappy boy (nappy boyyy) Whoo! Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh Three ringz Yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot Third time around dawg If i was just to step in the ring And outta the box Would errbody be on my Or will i stop Say hello to my lil friend, hey Styles change up like lil kim face I let my heat swing t-pain so actin homie The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactiv on me (damnn) But i done cleared the rumors Everything in the open Now you know how big the room is Tell em what the truth is They can't handle it They think a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich But they be like g-g-g-god dammit, pause This nigga pocket fatter than santa claus (ohhh) This nigga career big like some granny drawers Hadda get a piano to put his grammy on Yeah, ferrari, bentley, escalade, beamer, mini-coop, cut the checks, let's get paid fuck a bitch, make it rain, lamborghini I gon' cover shit up like a transfer-tini I give a damn if you seen me ima did what i does I ain't doin shit wrong like im kissin' my cousin I know you wanna hear somethin different Ain't you tired of his shit Ain't you curious about this shit Even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen I'm tellin you now it ain't a thing I got the bling bling of a rapper but i sing So welcome to three ringz