T-Pain
T-Pain - Welcome To Thr33 Ringz Intro lyrics
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[Circus Intro] ... [Applause] (T-Pain): Hate this sh*t, man. *Inhales* Gotta do this sh*t every night, man. I'm so sick of this "circus" sh*t. So sick, listen to this; everybody clapping and sh*t. This n*gga singing and sh*t, Cause he "ringleader." [Overlapping] (Gorilla Zoe): Why you say all that sh*t, n*gga? (T-Pain): I'm just sa ying, This n*gga think he the "ringleader" and sh*t; F*ck that motherf*cker. [Overlapping] (Gorilla Zoe): I know one thing; If motherf*cker 'Pain Knew we was out here, Smoking' in his Cadillac Right outside the tent-- This n*gga mad as f*ck... (T-Pain) Maaa----aaan. *Clicks Tongue* Maaa-----aan, F*ck 'Pain, F*ck this "clown" sh*t; I can't be a "clown." [Overlapping] (Gorilla Zoe): Gaww--DAMM, N*gga! I'm sayin'; I gotta do what I gotta do. (T-Pain): F*ck that n*gga, I can't be a "clown." (Gorilla Zoe): I got kids, n*gga. (T-Pain): N*gga, all we perform Is for kids; F*CK THIS SH*T. (Gorilla Zoe): Well, this is What we do, n*gga. (Young Ca$h): HEYyy--- [Overlapping] (Gorilla Zoe): Ohhh--ohh, Sh*t; dropped Dropped it! (Young Ca$h): HEYYYyy; N*gga, get your Sh*t together; We doin' a brand new Show tonight-- You n*ggas, Stop smoking' in my F*ckin' Cadillac. (T-Pain): NAPPY BOYyyyyyy WOOoooooooooooooo Uhnh---uhh, uhnhh---uhhhh Yeyyy; Thr33 Ringz... Yehh... Class "Clown" Jump. Third time around y'all. (T-Pain): If I was just to step into ring, And outta the box Would e'rybody be on my... Or will I stop? Say hello to my lil' friend, Heyy; styles change up like Lil' Kim. Fake, I let my heat swang, T-Pain, so active homeyy Da way da beat bump; N*ggas tryna get proactive on meh DAMMMM! But I done, cleared Da rumors. E'rything in the open. Now you know how Big the room is. Tell 'em what the Truth is; Dey can't handle it. They think a n*gga's Slicker than a Mayonnaise sandwich--- But they be like, "... G-G---G-AWW-DAMMIT." PAUSE; This n*gga pocket fatter than Sanna Claus. OHHhhhh... ! This n*gga career big, Like some granny drawers. Had to get a piano to put His Grammy on. Yeahhhh, Ferrari, Bentley, Escalade, Beamer, Bentley Coupe, Cut the checks, Let's get paid. F*ck a Vette, Make it rain, Lamborghini. I don't cover sh*t up Like a transfer-tini. I give a damn if you see me I'mma did what I does. I ain't doin' sh*t wrong, Like I'm kissin' my cousin. I know you wanna hear Something' different. Ain't you tired of his sh*t? Ain't you curious about this sh*t? Even if you picked the sh*t up From a distance. At least stand still, for a second And listen. I'm telling' you now, It ain't a thing. I got the "bling-bling" of A rapper, but I sing, So welcome to Thr33 Ringz.