3 Card Molly lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit, Ras Kass & Saafir 
Song : 3 Card Molly
 


[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John
McClane, Harold the Menace, and the
Waterproof
with my nigga Bud'da, on the
track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every
rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got
three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section
eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a
Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to
heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke
the resin
Remember the name Ras
Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches,
cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make
money, and mack murder wack rappers
My
Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat
cha
When I get at cha, the situation
tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your
senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into
brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you
die, like that white princess
If you lookin
for sympathy, you better look
between R and T,
in the fucking dictionary
See the object of
the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin
Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of
kin

Chorus: repeat 2X

[RK] Pick a
card any card, I bet you can't pull it
[GS]
Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ]
It's three card molly
[RK] Will they ever
stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your
spine through your mouth and watch your body
drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The
un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in
metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of
patients/patience
And perseverance -- flows
like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a
clearance, I'm bilingual
Fly like a flamingo,
I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al
Pacino, you don't like me baby
You ain't
happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my
properties, but you have to pay my equity
For
the lowest point in my character
I'll reach
the highest place in the house when I
rock
like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with
flavor like buillion cube
Been this way since
I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin
shit without the use of Sportscreme
Rippin up
tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I
lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I
rip
Never write rhymes with slim
fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is
light as a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but
all you're gettin is a golden
shower

Chorus

[Xzibit]
Look, now
if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz
wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keep
bustin about where you rest, and what you own,
and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come
for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black
Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show
mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting
you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at
the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on
the menu
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that
keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a
bull inside a china shop
Strippin everything,
see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead
and call the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry
Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight
you
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for
all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin
Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like
Christopher Reeves doing the crip
walk

Chorus