Songtexte Welcome to Thr33 Ringz Intro - T-Pain

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