[Translation of «3x3» ft. 104 & T-Fest]

[Chorus: Scriptonite]
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play streetball
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play streetball
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three streetball
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three streetball

[Verse 1: Scriptonite]
Was aiming for, but missed
Girls called, turned the basement into a locker room
All over twenty-one, twenty-one
Game up to twenty-one, you lose

[Bridge: Scriptonite]
I'mma flop-flop-flopper
Took what I wanted, fuck the rules
Scream in decibels, recorded Opera
I picked her, fuck the rules
I'mma flop-flop-flopper
Took what I wanted, fuck the rules
Scream in decibels, recorded Opera
I picked her, fuck the rules
[Chorus: Scriptonite]
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three streetball
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three streetball
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-

[Verse 2: 104 & Scriptonite]
Blew it and it was a three-point shot
Tired of the party format
The Lebrons on the shelf are bored
And the reason to dress them I think is significant
Homies playing, me too
Ball – ring, and nothing complicated
A couple of LS, and nothing complicated
Girls, girls (such as hot, oh my God)
I stole your plans for this swanky evening, I'm sorry
A little further a crowd where melting console

[PreChorus: 104]
Forty-five and five — the big guy creates a better mood
Forty-five, big guy
Forty-five, big guy, best mood
[Chorus: Scriptonite & T-Fest]
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three streetball
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three
Three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three, three-on-three

[Verse 3: T-Fest]
I am the architect of my zone
I always end up on the court
Walk around your picks
I put blocks on photos
It's pure fun to play for her
Fun to play — no matter bills
Without a referee and a whistle, and a whistle
My boys along the flank (flank)
I run without looking back (for real)
Stream of sweat, like a dunk — jumps
In time-out — feel sick
Two steps and I'm through, dyspnea in your face
Click on the "stop" button — I'm done

[Chorus: Scriptonite & T-Fest]
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three streetball
I'm with my homies, bring your girls
Let's play three-on-three, three-on-three
[Outro: Scriptonite]
This bit is tossed to me, was inside
Out at six o'three, who's in game?
We need two more, three more, two more
Three more, two more, I'm inside
Who is the fastest? I'm the fastest, I'm in love
Three-point, three-point, three-point
Three-point (na-na-na-na)
Three-point, three-point, three-point
Three-point (na-na-na-na)
Three-point, three-point, three-point
Three-point (na-na-na-na)
Three-point, three-point, three-point
Three-point (na-na-na-na)