3-Minute Rule Songtext / Lyric

I stay up all night I go to sleep watchin' Dragnet

Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet

I'm so rope they call me Mr. Roper

When the troubles arise you know I'm the cool coper

On the mic I score just like the Yankees

Get over on Ms. Crabtree like my main man Spankee

Excuse me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya

But you're looking so fly inside your B.M.W.

I got lucky I brought home the kitten

Before I got busy I schlepped on the mitten

Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing

Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring Ding

Jump the turnstile never pay the tool

Doo wa diddy and bust with the pre-roll

Customs jailed me over an herb seed

Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed

I'm outta your back door I'm into another

Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and you're mother

Not perfect grammar always perfect timing

The Mike stands for money and the D. is for diamonds



Roses are red the sky is blue

I got my barrel at your neck so what the fuck you gonna' do

It's just two wheels and me the wind in my eyes

The engine is the music and my nine's by my side

Cause you know why a you see H.

I'm takin' all M.C.'s out in the place

Takin' life as it comes no fool am I

I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why

Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many

Know alota def girls that'll do anything

A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain

I'm just chillin' like Bob Dylan

Yea I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain

I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane

People come up to me and they try to talk shit man



I was making records when you were sucking on your mother's dick



Girl you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes

You got fancy things their going up your nose

You gettin' fancy gifts from expensive men

You're a dog on a leash like a pig in a pen

Mothership connection getting girl's affection

If your life needs correction don't follow my direction

You got your 8 by 10 your agent your Harley

You be driving around Hollywood with yo sorry charlie

Cause I'm running things like some Mack motherfucker.

You slipin' you slackin' cause you're a false fake sucker

You slip you slack you clock me and you lack

While I'm reading on the road by my man Jack Kerouac

Poetry in motion coconut lotion

Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional

Are you experienced little girl

I want to know what goes on in your little girl world

Cause I'm on your mind It's hard to forget me

I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me

So peace out ya'll, a PCP song out

Full throttle to the bottle and full full clout

And I'm out...

"Waa."