3 Minute Rule Lyrics

Stay up all night go to sleep watching DragnetNever sleep alone because Jimmy's the magnetI'm so rope they call me Mr. RoperWhen the troubles arise I'm the cool coperOn the mic I score just like the YankeseGet over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man SpankeeExcuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble yaBut you're looking mighty fine inside your B.M.W.I got lucky I brought home a kittenBefore I got busy I schlepped on my mittenCan't get better odds cause I'm a sure thingProud Mary keeps on turning rolling like a Ring DingJump the turnstile never pay the toolDoo wa diddy bust with the pre-rollCustoms jail me over an herb seedDon't rat on your boy over some rat weedNot perfect grammar always perfect timingThe Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamondsOut of your back door and into anotherYour boyfriend doesn't know about me and your motherRoses are red the sky is blueI got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna doIt's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyesThe engine is the music and my nine's by my sideCause you know why a you see H.I'm takin' all M.C.'s out of the placeTakin' life as it comes no fool am II'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask whyPlayin' beats on my box makin' music for the manyKnow alota funky girls who like to do their thingA lot of parents like to think I'm a villainI'm just chillin' like Bob DylanI smoke cheeba it helps me with my brainI might be a little dusted but I'm not insanePeople come up to me and they try to talk shit manI've been making records since you were sucking on your mother's limp dickGirl you're walking tall now with your fancy clothesYou got fancy things going up your noseYou get fancy gifts from expensive menYou're a dog on a leash like a pig in a penMothership connection getting girl's affectionIf your life needs correction don't follow my directionYou got your 8 by 10 your agent your HarleyYou be driving around Hollywood yes sorry charlieCause I'm running things like some Mack motherfuckerYour only claim to fame is you're a false fake suckerYou slip you slack you clock me you lackWhile I'm reading on the road by my man Jack KerouacMy veins are like vinesFilled with red winePoetry in motion coconut lotionI had to diss the girl because she got too emotionalAre you experienced little girlI want to know what goes on in your little girl worldGive time for your mind it's hard to forget meI'll take your pride for a ride if you let meSo peace out now, and keep peacing outFull throttle to the bottle and full full cloutAnd I'm out