UGK, C-Note, Big Smokin’ Mitch - 3 in the Mornin’ lyrics

Damn, already three in the morning, huh?
It's going down i'm leaning, drinking drank
Candy sweets, you know what I'm saying?
Third coast, nigga uGK 'bout to wreck shop
This C-Note off that Botany
Smokin' and leanin', nigga
Stacking paper, fool
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Man, I'm larger than life
These motherfuckers ask
"Is it the bark or the bite?" it's both
Chilling on streets you scared to
Park on at night just forfeit
Just like I'm becoming part of the light
And you, man
You gon' be the biggest mark at the fight
See, I never understood what made
You think you was handling
You half-ass running through
My neighborhood vandling next time
I'ma light your world up like it's candlin'
Get some Italians to play your
Ass like a mandolin
These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy
The feds tried to confiscate my
'Lac and my Benzy
Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey
And now one of my workers came
Up short with my ends, see
Shit, running the streets used
To be complicated but now it's all either
Drug or strong-arm related
But never can the bond be faded, fool
Ring the alarm, pour the Dom, we made it

I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I could come down
But you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank
And the good ol' drank
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank
Fool, I'm coming down
Fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down
But you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank
And the good ol' drank

Three in the morning, just turned over
Pimped into my clothes, got to get 'round
Some hustlers moving in the Chevy
Nova done flagged me down
For some more of that brown
To go with that green
Now they sitting on lean
Now the light is green, got to get the snaps
So I bailed from the scene
The watch was still packed
With dealers and fiends freaking
For Gs and greens
See, it's the same thing every night
Niggas flippin' down G way and
Keeping they head tight
Watching for laws because you
Know they wanna hate
Jealous 'cause a nigga getting ahead
In this paper chase
Can't place my faith in these streets
But some niggas hustle just to eat
Niggas jacking, they packing
They playing for keeps
No peace of mind, keeping my heat behind
My seat 'cause, see
I'm not the one to be caught sleeping
By another fool out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweet, leaning

I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I could come down
But you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank
And the good ol' drank
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank
Fool, I'm coming down
Fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down
But you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank
And the good ol' drank

What you see is what the fuck you get
Young Pimp C, baby, coming down real wet
I got a pump in my lap 'cause
These niggas trying to jack us
But we don't give a fuck
I got the AK and a backup
Came out the night club, three o'clock struck
Trying to holler at my people, she in Lexus
I'm in truck
We 'bout to eat breakfast, we in Houston
Texas the city of the crack, and the 'Lacs
And the plexers
Say, man, I'm hollering at Botany
Courtney came with the love
We coming down, man
Blowing kush in them blunts
'Cause I'm a candy sweet dipper
A big cane pimper
I'm playing with the clit ah
I'm squeezing on the nipples
Even though this ho look good
And the pussy is tight
After I hit, jump in my shit
I'm scratching off in the night
Fuck that laying in the bed with
Them hoes 'til the morning
Bitch, I'm getting out here yawning
Coming back to reforming
Three in the morning

Three in the morning uh
What's up, Screw? Comin' at you
'Bout to go outchea smoking and leaning
It don't stop bG 3, what you wanna tell
These people out here, baby?
Man this 3rd, baby
I'm fresh up off that lock full of that lean
Fucking with that kush it's going down, baby
What? For life, nigga
Down south
It don't stop and it damn sure don't change
Peep how we coming
Straight from the bottom, wrecking uGK
Fifty on the drank
You know what I'm talking 'bout? Huh
What's up, Mean Green? Hold up

I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three in the morning, yawning
I wish I could come down
But you know I can't (Coming down)
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank
And the good ol' drank
(Three in the morning)
I got five on the weed, fifty on the drank
(Wreck something for me, 3)
Fool, I'm coming down
Fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down
But you know I can't (Rolling blades, nigga)
'Cause I'm leaning off the dank
And the good ol' drank (It don't stop)

'Til them hoes drop, nigga, what?
Straight out that south
Get my dick out your motherfucking mouth
Bitch yeah
What's up, Gator? Come on

It's DJ Bird straight from the Ghetto Palace
You know? You know? Yeah
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
If you got the tape
You need to flip that motherfucker over
And you dig? You know that
And if you got the CD
You need to let that motherfucker roll
Smoke something, I hope y'all smoking
'Cause we always smoking
Mhm, you know we smoking nigga, we
Nigga, we smoking big, boy say Fuck it
Say, Bird yeah, what's up?
I knocked over me some nice little
Old thing the other day, you know
Took that back to the