3 Dollars

[Intro: Dolemite] Watch out- How much you pay to come in here? Three Dollars? [Verse 1: DOOM] Front row of the cat fight The cash tight, write it up flash light, last night Was a ball, lost a eye off the fly y'all Bloody tab, he fell head first off the dry wall Ain't no thing but a chicken wing It's like the quickening, quit your sickening bickering Things kickin' in, the wick is flickerin' It's super mother frickin' villain, witchin' through thick and thin Oh no, the beat is like go go in buffet Except there ain't no pork and the beans up in the buffet He ain't lyin', wreck confessions as a rag bite Sent it as a beamed text message off the satellite Reflect it like SolarBright When he hold the mic, he run the mic like Dolemite It don't match what the decor But duty stay in drawers, give a round of applause for Rudy Ray Moore [Verse 2: Oh No] Smell the piss on the restroom floor No doors, whores testing the course Need more three dollars on the tab with the cash Easy stash, show off the ass get past faster than the avalanche Hoes know this is quotable Club thugs filling up the show trying to overdose And the bouncers are haters They act tight, and these drunk ass niggas always trying to fist fight Ain't no wrong, tell 'em (that's right) Blow more smoke than a motorbike's tailpipe Seen the villain chillin', had to pay a visit Super human shit, raise the ceilin' while I raise a million While I'm in the buildin' bitches sittin' catching mixin' feelings Like a bad case of intervention, straight ventin' Cat fight still appealin' to my innervision Trying to mack in the back during that intermission