The Game - M.I.A. (3 Heats) текст песни

[Chorus:]

I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.

LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.

Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.

What happened to the body?

Nigga MIA



[Verse 1:]

Swear a nigga stunting but I do this every day.

Had them hoes bouncing on my dick like a Chevrolet.

Put on for my city nigga city on my face.

And Ia€™m a€?bout to throw a party.

Tell Diddy send a case.

Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face.

Rat niggas quick to tell like a snitch nigga race.

My nigga Frank told me take your time baking cakes.

Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace.

Nigga say they gona€™ rob me.

Bitch you can miss me.

Stay strapped up like Ia€™m 51, 50.

More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher.

Get your ass smoked like a swisha.



[Chorus:]

I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.

LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.

Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.

What happened to the body?

Nigga MIA



[Verse 2:]

In that metal, where you headed nigga?

To the fucking gun range.

Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking gun range.

Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne.

Bail only 100 thousand, nigga thata€™s your change.

Back on deuces, fronts on dubs.

Got a Bentley and a phantom bet this bitch dona€™t rub.

When you worth 20 mil, you can shine when ita€™s sunny.

Just turned 30 so I cana€™t be from Young Money.

Ita€™s Young Money and ita€™s your money.

Niggas from the group then therea€™s niggas wit your money.

Hating on a real nigga cos he old and you not.


Cut his hair, got some tats now he think he Tupac.

Nigga pulled up at the club tryna floss.

Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross.

Say he selling birds cana€™t tell what it cost.

How the fuck you gona€™ get a chicken off.



[Chorus:]

I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.

LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.

Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.

What happened to the body?

Nigga MIA



[Verse 3:]

Nigga sold 10 million now they say Ia€™m Hollywood.

If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would.

I done drove every car, I done sold every drug.

Fucked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.

Hoes tryna give me pills bitch I aina€™t into drugs.

Coconut Ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.

Grammy nominated, aina€™t forgot a€?bout the stove.

Paint the phantom all red call that bitch Derrick Rose.

In and out of lanes, 24s insane.

Just to think I got this far from selling cocaine.

Ia€™ma stand up nigga get your grands up nigga.

Take your ass to staples get your rubber bands up nigga.

Made all this fucking money what the fuck Ia€™m gona€™ cop now.

I dona€™t know but Ia€™m coming through wit the top down.

Too much to live for my sons and my daughter.

One more and Ia€™ma catch up to Tha Carter.



[Chorus:]

I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.

LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.

Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.

What happened to the body?

Nigga MIA








[Thanks to Nano for these lyrics]