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t pain - welcome to thr33 ringz intro كلمات الأغنية

[circus intro]

…
[applause]

(t-pain):
hate this sh-t, man.
-inhales-
gotta do this sh-t every night, man.
i’m so sick of this “circus” sh-t.
so sick, listen to this; everybody clapping and sh-t.
this n-gga singing and sh-t,
cause he “ringleader.”

[overlapping]

(gorilla zoe):
why you say all that sh-t, n-gga?

(t-pain):
i’m just sa ying,
this n-gga think he the “ringleader” and sh-t;
f-ck that motherf-cker.

[overlapping]

(gorilla zoe):
i know one thing;
if motherf-cker ‘pain
knew we was out here,
smoking’ in his cadillac
right outside the tent–
this n-gga mad as f-ck…

(t-pain)
maaa—-aaan.
-clicks tongue-
maaa—–aan,
f-ck ‘pain,
f-ck this “clown” sh-t;
i can’t be a “clown.”

[overlapping]

(gorilla zoe):
gaww–damm,
n-gga!
i’m sayin’;
i gotta do what
i gotta do.

(t-pain):
f-ck that n-gga,
i can’t be a “clown.”

(gorilla zoe):
i got kids, n-gga.

(t-pain):
n-gga, all we perform
is for kids;
f-ck this sh-t.

(gorilla zoe):
well, this is
what we do, n-gga.

(young ca$h):
heyyy—

[overlapping]

(gorilla zoe):
ohhh–ohh,
sh-t; dropped
dropped it!

(young ca$h):
heyyyyy;
n-gga, get your
sh-t together;
we doin’ a brand new
show tonight–
you n-ggas,
stop smoking’ in my
f-ckin’ cadillac.

(t-pain):
nappy boyyyyyyy
woooooooooooooooo
uhnh—uhh, uhnhh—uhhhh
yeyyy;
thr33 ringz…
yehh…
cl-ss “clown” jump.
third time around y’all.

(t-pain):
if i was just to step into ring,
and outta the box
would e’rybody be on my…
or will i stop?
say h-llo to my lil’ friend,
heyy; styles change up like lil’ kim.
fake, i let my heat sw-ng,
t-pain, so active homeyy
da way da beat b-mp;
n-ggas tryna get proactive on meh
dammmm!
but i done, cleared
da rumors.
e’rything in the open.
now you know how
big the room is.
tell ’em what the
truth is;
dey can’t handle it.
they think a n-gga’s
slicker than a
mayonnaise sandwich—
but they be like,
“… g-g—g-aww-dammit.”
pause;
this n-gga pocket fatter than
sanna claus.
ohhhhhh… !
this n-gga career big,
like some granny drawers.
had to get a piano to put
his grammy on.
yeahhhh, ferrari, bentley, escalade,
beamer, bentley coupe,
cut the checks,
let’s get paid.
f-ck a vette,
make it rain,
lamborghini.
i don’t cover sh-t up
like a transfer-tini.
i give a d-mn if you see me
i’mma did what i does.
i ain’t doin’ sh-t wrong,
like i’m kissin’ my cousin.
i know you wanna hear
something’ different.
ain’t you tired of his sh-t?
ain’t you curious about this sh-t?
even if you picked the sh-t up
from a distance.
at least stand still, for a second
and listen.
i’m telling’ you now,
it ain’t a thing.
i got the “bling-bling” of
a rapper, but i sing,
so welcome to thr33 ringz.

- t pain

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