Lyrics:
to win, I had to school
Tellin' the fiend, "Inside the bag" I bought the blast and shoot (boom)
King B, I bought you a chain and makin' it rain on you
niggas we ain't playin'
Believe me
Growing up in California ain't easy
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
I'm the king, and the westcoast needs me
stranger
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love
your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is
your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is
But I promise you my God see
And I promise you my God frees
You don't gotta be shackled by things of this world your a child of the one true king
I am
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
duty power load
Shake the whole house
Like we in the ghetto
Ladies love the vibrato
G-spot in the cut
We had to make a come up
Bullet proof vest in
King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her
chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit mayn, switch lanes
Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
I
when I pass on by
I'm a B-E T, and a Southwest thug
Beat down the block, and banging on dubs
Scrubs, back back give me fifty
Cause wanna be thugs, don't
love me does she love me not, tenho desejos e eu vou prestar.
Ben aan het chillen zonder j’s on, playin on my fave songs, emoties op een page
shackled to sadness
By chains that are tempered with madness.
I plummet like a shooting-star
That shines so bright yet falls so far,
Shafts
Headlights breakin' 'cause your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin' outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the E-Q and play
Headlights breakin' 'cause your batteries drain
Armor all on your tires and a big gold chain
Parkin' outside of all the hip-hop spots
Push the E-Q and play
sticking by his side we gon' always win
The pain was killing me inside
But then you showed me love and I don't deserve it
And I never earned it, Lord
You
the pen
Descendant from kings, we at it again
Just hand me the crown, I'm active again
Everything that it seems, hear my passion again
Was never my dream,
was explodin'
But these are The Breaks from
The king Kurtis Blow
And giving us The Message
Is Grandmaster Flash, the Fearless Four
But still they said
of modern time
Rule with love and move like mastermind
Maybe me and you can catch a vibe
Link like chains and build an enterprise
Tell me what's the sense in
a massive whitey as i saw the melting walls
i took a step back and fell over Ben-Wa-Balls
my eyes started to dilate and i felt fukin' great
after the ninth
your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is
your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is
I was in love with my sin
Turned to God and he forgave me
Hurting and a broken within
Till the spirit came and changed me
Never look back
Can't
loves him
I'm in Paris with the benjies man and we hustlin (uh)
Meanwhile I'm in customs
Chain so big, we lookin like we munchkins
Ask your bank teller
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