[Intro]

Yeah

It's me and T, man

T.I.

Dot-com, bitch

T.I.P., fuck with your boy

Ayy, that is my brothers, ladies and gentlemen, T.I., and he is the king, bitch

Don't get that shit twisted

And me? I am the best rapper alive, ladies and gentlemen, hello

This is Da Drought 3

And it's been a minute since I've rapped on a Mannie Fresh beat, but uh

I guess I go 'head on and show these niggas what to do with one of your beats, man

Listen

[Verse]

I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked

Ridin' with a bad ho with her girlfriend in the back

I like to get real high and I never look back

And you don't wanna try, man, don't I look strapped?

I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' with it

Got a black-and-gold soul with a fresh New Orleans fitted

And a collar Polo and a pair of Bally bucks

Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us

Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR, I trust

Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw, I bust

And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus

What happens on my bus stays on my bus

And that white widow weed out the jar is a must

If you give me a cigar, then a cigar, I bust

Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff

Look, ma, I'm tryna make a porno starrin' us

Well, not just us, a couple foreign sluts

Yeah, we could make this a ménage à trois-ing, darlin'

I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin'?

Yeah, baby, we ballin' like Rawlings and Spalding

Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian, I am

Leanin' like a three-legged lion, climbin'

Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain, countin'

I'm gonna need me and an accountant to count it

Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin'

But it was just lost until I found it, I found it

Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it

Put this bitch to sleep, fuckin' right, I nightgowned it

Niggas talkin' cheap, tell 'em niggas, "Pipe down, bitch"

Bloods in the building and now everybody soundless

Beatin' up this track like a motherfuckin' round fist

Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'ma spit like a long kiss

I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this

Planet, I know, see, I live by my only

Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni?

Baby, I get up in that ass and act a donkey

Candy on candy, nigga, grippin' the grain

See, I am the only fire that can live in the rain

I am so, so New Orleans

Like 1825 Tulane

[Outro]

Yeah, see, you gotta be from New Orleans to know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout

And if you don't, fuck you

I say what I want

And I don't want nothin'

'Cause I got everything, bitch