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3c’s – an informal introduction lyrics

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[intro]
where tha body bag at?
i’m that nigga, ya dig?
check me out

[hook]
got tha kinda clique, that you wanna hang with
getting cash, looking slick, don’t do regs, we blow that piff
ladies begging for the d-ck, take my 347, come ride, stick shift
it’s pwe, otherwise ain’t shit, we p-ss them hoes, like a blunt, when lit 2x

[verse #1]
i was taught to k!ll them with kindness, because i am a triple threat
was nastier, than a cigarette, ain’t got regrets, can’t hit reset
prestige of wealth entertainment, unleashing beasts, to slay you pets
so let me introduce myself, and what i’m about, before i forget, ya dig?
hi! i’m 3c’s a.k.a cool, calm & collected
every time d-ckin’ pussy, i’m wrapped in contraceptives
lit piff, get my d-ck licked, and the cash, remained objective
man, life is just a movie, been playing, my part from my perspective
check it, i’m well respected, left haters disconnected
i definitely erected, k!lled the pussy, it resurrected
expect the unexpected, perfect what’s not corrected
if you heard that i’m a joke, my friend, you have been misdirected
good day

[hook]
got tha kinda clique, that you wanna hang with
getting cash, looking slick, don’t do regs, we blow that piff
ladies begging for the d-ck, take my 347, come ride, stick shift
it’s pwe, otherwise ain’t shit, we p-ss them hoes, like a blunt, when lit 2x

[verse #2]
my clique rode thru, the shindig, went just according to, how we make shit
wisely, grew cash trees, occasionally, blew these leaves, or chose to rake it
ladies ain’t no sitting down…yo -ss came around to shake it
their unforeseen presentation…shook ground, as if, an earthquake hit
more than a couple blunts, faced it, sour never laced shit
the homie hoppers, nakedly slurping, nigga’s been wasted
this venue is gated, not invited, but they waited
same lames, who hated, evacuate…premises vacated
me and my nigga’s, drew the line, dealing with a phony
from where we hail, ain’t shit sweet, if you ain’t the homie
test subjects lined up the white, to snort up thru ben’s bill
grind, turnt up, live at night, but i bet you haters, yearning the feel
you got beef? these rhymes could grill, i’m a headache, pop a pill
back to the booth, one shot to k!ll, i’m too hot, y’all got to chill
defecated on my adversary, i vie to win, so lionhearted
the morals of my adventures vary, what i’ve been, will be imparted

[hook]
got tha kinda clique, that you wanna hang with
getting cash, looking slick, don’t do regs, we blow that piff
ladies begging for the d-ck, take my 347, come ride, stick shift
it’s pwe, otherwise ain’t shit, we p-ss them hoes, like a blunt, when lit 2x