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letra de 3 in the morning - loc saint

[intro: loc saint]
yeah, yeah, woah
yeah, yeah, woah

[verse 1: loc saint]
three in the morning and it’s just the right time for the loc to hit the mic and spit another funky rhyme
ain’t no telling what’ll happen when that trigga tongue get it cracking
picking it up with a little bit of pace mixed in with the bass that got yo neck snapping
late night escapades, bucking over an escalade
it don’t really matter as long as you’re getting paid
turn another cold track onto your twelves in the back
and picture the loc with continues flow like i’m a kodak snack

[chorus: loc saint]
it’s three in the morning with my headphones foaming, out my head i’m with another cold case
i got the flow for that ass with the high hats riding to the rhyme of a west coast bass
turn this melody high, put your boogie to the bop and let me slide with a g-funk taste
there’s something ’bout the night time spitting just the right rhyme
fits together with the perfect place

[verse 2: loc saint]
now that’s a wrap, i gotta rap, don’t worry about all that
just turn it up, continue to bump and pray yo case fall flat
but what about all these charges posted against me back in the 90’s?
wanted in ninety but not in this f-cking century
see, there’s way too much namaste in the world nowadays
on my mama i’m wishing we’d go back to the old ways
where if it looked like, smelled like, quacked like a duck
then it is probably a duck and don’t n0body give a f-ck
you said i’ve come to take you back into the old-school feel
where everybody made it simple and now here’s the deal
just for a second just imagine that we knew no sk!ll
and that is why we had to try to supply it with what is real
and so i wait for the night, come
kicks in to the mix with a high hat
face it i’m p-ssed when i just found the loc to the saint
then the mic get ripped from the tip of the dome
then a fl!ck hit the wrist when i gotta put pen to pad
and now it’s three in the morning, i throw my headphones on and levitate
yeah
[chorus: loc saint]
it’s three in the morning with my headphones foaming, out my head i’m with another cold case
i got the flow for that ass with the high hats riding to the rhyme of a west coast bass
turn this melody high, put your boogie to the bop and let me slide with a g-funk taste
there’s something ’bout the night time spitting just the right rhyme
fits together with the perfect place

[interlude: loc saint]
sean! sean!
ugh, what
do you know what time it is?
yup
it’s three in the f-cking morning
and?
go to bed boo!
i’m on a roll right now

- loc saint

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