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T-Pain » Welcome To Thr33 Ringz
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	(Intro:) Hit this shit man I gotta do this shit every night man I'm so sick of this circus shit So sick, listen to this, everybody clappin an' shit This nigga sangin and shit, cause he the ringleader (Why you say all that shit nigga?) I'm just sayin, this nigga think he the ringleader an' shit Fuck that motherfucker! (I know one thing, if muh'fuckin Pain knew we was out here) (smokin in his Cadillac right outside the tent, this nigga'd be mad as fuck) Maaaaaan, man fuck Pain, fuck this clown shit I can't be a clown (God damn nigga!) (I'm sayin I gotta do what I gotta do) Fuck that nigga I can't be a clown (I got kids nigga) Nigga all we perform for is kids, fuck this shit~! (This what we do nigga) {HEY! HEY! Nigga get your shit together we doin a brand new show tonight} {You niggaz stop smokin in my fuckin Cadillac... } (T-Pain:) Thr33 Ringz, class clown jump, third time around y'all If I was just to step in the ring, and out of the box Would everybody be on my... or will I stop Say hello to my lil' friend, hey, styles change up like Lil' Kim Fake, I let my heat swing, T-Pain so active homey The way the beat bump niggaz try to get Proactive on me (DAAAMN!) But I done (cleared) the rumors E'rything in the open, now you know how big the room is Tell 'em what the truth, they can't handle it They thank a nigga's slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich Uhh, but they be like g-g-g-God damn it, pause! This nigga pockets fatter than Santa Clause (OHHHHHH~!) This nigga career big like some granny drawers Had to get a piano to put his Grammy on Yeah Ferrari, Bentley, Escalade Beemer, Bentley Coupe, cut the checks, let's get paid Fuck a Vette, make it rain, Lamborghini I don't cover shit up like a transfer-tini I give a damn if you see me I'm a did what I does I ain't doin shit wrong like I'm 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 the 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 Thr33 Ringz!
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