3 Kings
Rick Ross Lyrics


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Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em

We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones

See y'all niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time, huh
Let the top down

I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition
Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
I only love her when the ass fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire

Uh, it's just different
I know it feels different

Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin' to the max like wavy
Oh shit!
Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I don't even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rang
Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
You got all that, right?
I love this shit like my own daughter




Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just different

Overall Meaning

The song "3 Kings" is a collaboration between Rick Ross, Jay-Z, and Dr. Dre. The song discusses the rise to success of the three musicians from humble beginnings. The chorus cleverly references how they started "mopping floors" and have now gone on to become some of the most celebrated artists in the music industry. Proclaiming "Number one for the last twenty years," the lyrics unapologetically celebrate their success.


The verses by each artist are equally reassuring. Dr. Dre's verse emphasizes the extravagant lifestyle that he has attained after his years of hard work, alluding to his private planes, expensive cars, and luxury yacht. Jay-Z references his wife, Beyoncé, and his own business endeavors, including ownership of Roc Nation and Rocawear. He also mentions his daughter, criticizing those who believe they can compete with him, saying, "Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room."


Finally, Rick Ross delivers his verse with swagger, emphasizing his hard-earned fortune, references to his life as a drug dealer, and his success in music. The lyrics are a metaphor for Rick Ross's rise to fame and wealth from a street life as a drug dealer. Overall, the song highlights the triumphant success of the three artists, each commanding the rap world in their own right.


Line by Line Meaning

We started out moppin' floors
We began from the bottom


And now we front row at the awards
We're successful and being celebrated


Number one for the last twenty years
We've been on top for a long time


If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
If you're authentic, show appreciation


Yeah and it is what it is
This is reality


He wanted to shine at the swap meet
He had humble beginnings


Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
His success brought attention and scrutiny


I only love it when her hair long
I have a preference in women


You should listen to this beat through my headphones
The song is best experienced through good speakers


Money long, number one twenty years strong
We've been financially successful for a long time


Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
I don't need to workout, I am successful like Dr. Dre


G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
Dr. Dre has luxury vehicles


If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
If a woman is attractive, I'll give her designer shoes


Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
We have quality weed, nice homes, and money


Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
I have a dangerous gun


Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
I have expensive cars and a helicopter


Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton
I come from humble beginnings


The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
Why do magazines always want something from me?


I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
I changed the industry and now I demand to be paid


All black on my Al Capone shit
I dress in all black like a gangster


I built a house, nigga get your own shit
I've achieved success, now do the same


See y'all niggas
Goodbye to the haters


Hit the switches on that shit one time, huh
Play with the car's hydraulics


Let the top down
Lower the convertible roof


I came a long way from the weed game
I've come far from where I started selling weed


Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
I have expensive court side seats


And I'm still strapped with the heat man
I carry a gun


And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
We're stepping on our competition's toes


80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
I have a lot of sneakers from Detroit


Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
My cousin was in a gang and it influenced me


Brown bag money in a duffle bag
I have a lot of cash in a bag


Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
We don't care about our enemies and will attack twice


The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
My friend is cooking drugs in his mother's kitchen


On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition
He is selling drugs to pay for his son's education


Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
I'm making my real dreams come true


Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
I've made mistakes but have never given up


I only love her when the ass fat
I like women with big butts


We should listen to this track in my Maybach
This song is meant to be heard in a luxurious car


I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
I'm striving for major wealth


Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
Women are willing to do anything for money


Uh, it's just different
Our lifestyle is unique


I know it feels different
It's a unique and sometimes strange feeling


Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
I have a preference in a woman's appearance


Play this shit while you play around with my crown
Listen to my music while you admire my success


King H-O, y'all should know by now
I am King Jay-Z and everyone should know that


Millions on the wall in all my rooms
I have expensive art decorating my house


Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Even my daughter's room is luxurious


Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
My daughter has expensive fashion


Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I have art from Banksy and Basquiat


I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
I quickly spent the money Live Nation gave me


They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
A new deal is being negotiated for $250 million


I'm holdin' out for three
I won't accept less than $300 million


Two seventy five and I just might agree
If they offer me $275 million, I might accept


Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
I used to sell drugs and drove a BMW


Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
Now I am successful enough to have my own arena


Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
I've been spending time with your girlfriend


Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
I can afford to take her to expensive places that you can't


Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
I live life to the fullest and will continue until I die


Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I'm funny and deserve an award like Robin Williams


I take a Ace in the meanwhile
I'll take a drink in the meantime


You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
I don't need DJ Khaled interrupting my flow, I'm free styling


Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
I've made more money from selling music equipment than from rap music


Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
I've spent money from concerts on curtains


Close the curtains, fuck boy, out my face
Leave me alone, I don't want to be bothered


I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
I sell drugs and have a lawyer to protect me


Murder was the case that they gave me
I was charged with a serious crime


I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
I spent a lot of money at Hermes


Stuntin' to the max like wavy
I'm being extravagant with my wealth


Oh shit!
An exclamation of surprise


Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
I'm being very flashy and extravagant


Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I used to shop at a discount store in the 1980s


I don't even know if it was open then
I'm not sure if that store existed at that time


I ain't know Oprah then
I didn't know Oprah when I shopped there


Have the XL 80 bike
I have an expensive motorcycle


Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rang
My motorcycle is loud and impressive


Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
I had a fancy mouthpiece for my teeth in 1988


You got all that, right?
Did you catch all of that?


I love this shit like my own daughter
I really enjoy this lifestyle


Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Let's show off and intimidate our competition


Young, this is just different
This lifestyle and success is unique and unmatched




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, ANDRE YOUNG, WILLIAM ROBERTS, JIMMY LEE WEARY, CLARA M SHEPHERD

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@stealthshooterman

“Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet” Then showing Big & PAC 💔 Epic visual.

@Fleezy81

Jay wasn't even trying....and he still bodied this.

@user-xe5fz6se9j

He was off the dome too

@mauricesmith6650

That beat got everyone hype....Jake one on that production

@royal001ful

ay..whoever put this video collage together...did a good job...this was dope.

@Moneyg73

Frfr salute to whoever put this together.

@keonagirl435

DEFINITELY

@MrBoothaVandross

RT!!!!

@milandaviss7026

250

@504chicsta

Shit was dope

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