Himself - ...Three. lyrics

[Verse 1: Himself] Every time I leave the crib you may think I'm pissed off But I'm just thinking about these tapes and this weed I need to get off I love rapping I love it when a fan tells me that I was snapping This is NT-Dub gang Fool, ain't sh** changed, and it won't So when I get the fame don't look at me strange Hanging around the same spots Seeing the same homeboys Being hara**ed by the same cops When will it stop? [Verse 2: Murs] Probably never, but whatever I'mma have some fun So won't you do the same and just grab someone And tell em that you love them while they're here Because, we're gone This is like the last song So play it again, crack a brew and grab your bong Just like the first time, but now sing along So come on Yes you! In the car with your friends Netherworlds is the... I think I said it again [Verse 3: Anacron] We're gonna meet Britney Spears When this album here drops And I'll take her to the Grammys Then I'll beat 'em till it pops Socking, knock some teeth out I'm down for the gang I'm old as hell though, so I be trying not to bang On them thangs All about making scratch And having a good time with the homies as I catch Sun rays and good vibes when I get back to LA Birthplace of the Netherworlds Him, Murs and A Droppin' hits since ninety tre (all day) [Outro] Ha, ha, yeahhh! Ayo DJ stop that beat for me, stop that beat Yo, my man said he ain't trying to bang! He trying to come with that Netherworlds sh** You know what I'm saying? Yo, that sh** I be playing at my joints and motherf**ers shoot the place up You Know what I'm sayin? Yeahhh