Låttexter: T PAIN. Thr33 Ringz. Welcome to Thr33 Ringz.

nappy boy (nappy boyyy)
whoo!
uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh
three ringz
yeah, we the class clowns jump shoot
third time around dawg

if i was just to step in the ring
and outta the box
would errbody be on my
or will i stop

say hello to my lil friend, hey
styles change up like lil kim face
i let my heat swing t-pain so actin homie
the way the beat bump niggas try to get proactiv on me (damnn)
but i done cleared the rumors
everything in the open
now you know how big the room is
tell em what the truth is

they can't handle it
they think a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich
but they be like g-g-g-god dammit, pause
this nigga pocket fatter than santa claus (ohhh)
this nigga career big like some granny drawers
hadda get a piano to put his grammy on
yeah, ferrari, bentley, escalade, beamer, mini-coop,cut the checks, let's get paid fuck a bitch, make it rain, lamborghini
i gon' cover shit up like a transfer-tini
i give a damn if you seen me ima did what i does
i ain't doin shit wrong like im kissin' my cousin
i know you wanna hear somethin different
ain't you tired of his shit
ain't you curious about this shit
even if you picked this shit up from a distance at least stand still for a second and listen
i'm tellin you now it ain't a thing
i got the bling bling of a rapper but i sing
so welcome to three ringz