3:00 AM

(Three in the mornin'... yeah)

Brave like an Indian the Mohican of his last
No money, weed or ass, baby, no backstage pass
We rendez-vous, I'm flippin on my Kenneth Cole shoes
And some bitches talk too much, I'm lettin' them bitches spread the news
Like Channel 4
Why gangsta niggas' love to snort blow?
(Chewy is the god) down here in the 'Moe Pina Colada
The set done got hotter than a sauna

We break 'em like a puzzle then we gather like piranha
I keep my money by my nuts
Dip through the cuts we don't front
We at the front and we roll big blunts
Layin' pagans down
Just like a bearskin rug
Goin' deep into the depths just like a Russian navy sub
On course, rollin' with the front lights off... I can smell the gunpowder

Bullets dipped in the sauce
Some jokers floss
Yeah, but boobs is the impression they've adapted
My steel declare'll spark the flare
The milton or the plastic
Burning rubber
Doin' doughnuts that the pigs just couldn't eat
They brought the coffee and the cream but all they saw was tire streaks
I'm on the streets
I can feel my mother worry in her sleep
It's 3 a.m
I'm with Sun Kim and we smokin' to the beat
It's Nickatina

Meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow meow

I be a suitor, a freeway drivin' bay bridge commutor
My roll of decks in full effects has turned into a computer
We got weed, but cheese out all the snitches
We want the money and the women
You can keep them scandalous bitches... for ya' self
I make ya' put your mic up on the shelf, broke ass hoes they want new cothes
Be axin' niggas for help, but I can't hear em' but I can hear a needle
Drop on top a pillow
When a clucker fiend here go a scheme, a piece of yellow skittle, a tin shot
Follow me as I parade around the block, blowin' wind like a tornado
Dischargin' like a Glock, steel plated, I usually get an X when I'm rated

Them sucka' MC's, them wannabees, they talk when only faded
Like the blunt that once was plump then burnt to ashes
I guarantee my third degree is just like twenty lashes, on ya' face
I'll one hundred percent represent my race while them bastards blast that rock n' roll
My niggas crank the bass for tha' chameleon
The F finger answer all ya questions, my pitbull alliance no doubt
My only cure is protection stutter steppin
My killer cross ain't false it's been perfected
Baby I know you got nice clothes
But I've come to see ya' naked
Like it's your birthday, like a fiend would say
When they broke and they on the rock
Your combination has been invaded, your safe has been unlocked

(It's Nickatina)
(Baby, just pull your panties down)
(All that other shit is um... irrelevant)

Meow meow meow meow
(Let me hear that)
Meow meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow meow

(Three o'clock in the morning)
(Three o'clock in the morning)
(Three o'clock in the morning)



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Thomas, John Goff, John Joseph Stanley, Brian Yale
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