Three Rings Intro Lyrics

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
Stars change up like lip kim
Face it, I let my heat swing T-Pain so actin homie
The way the beat bump niggas try to get proactive on me (damnn)
But I done cleared the rumors
Everything in the open
Now you know how big the room is
Tell her what the truth is
[ T-Pain Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
They can't handle it
They're like 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, bulgari, bentley, escalade, beamer, mini-coop, ??
Escapade, f**k her bad, make it rain, lamborghini
I gon' cover shit up like a transferred
I give a damn if you seen me I'ma did what I does
I ain't doin' shit wrong like no 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

Nappy boy (nappy boyyy)
Whoo!
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh