Lyrics:
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
might just leave em in aw
But give a phucc bout what they thinkin
This is your life huuh
Party til dawn daily, sippin King Cobra crazy
Getting hit by six
I'd like say thank y'all for your time at this uh, short sacred hour
Well, I hope you find what you're looking for
Better hurry, you know
Uh, get it
It's time to let them all free
Watch it all get released...
Hi, I'm King Weight
Thanks for tuning in
I'll take you on a journey musicall
I'm
I'll be there in a hurry
Jack, be quick, Jack, be nimble
Just call me up when you feel the need to talk
When words aren't of the essence I'll soothe
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
dedicate this next poem here to
To Spearhead X the Ex-Second in Command in
Terms of this country (He got the blues)
And the poem is called "H2O-G-A T-E
already?
Colline
I'm in a hurry
The King is waiting for me
Marcello
Is there some plot?
Rodolfo, MARCELLO, SCHAUNARD
Some mystery?
Colline
The King has
hoort broertje fuck 'em all (fuck that bitch)
Haal niks in je hoofd want brengen die
Drummers naar buiten voor jou net als carnaval (frrr)
Ik ben net
y'all niggas, then we showed y'all niggas, huh?
We gon' take it back with this
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
We
can't believe how I had a dream of Martin King
But they ain't takin' me out on no balcony
Feel the noise (uh-huh)
Girls grab the boys (yeah)
Get
puffing
Without, things get bloody
Yeah, the car is running
Peeled off in a hurry
And my vision blurry
Addicted to the money
Without you are nothing
Have
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
on course with the crew we no go loose any way we choose
They we be sharking our booze while you'll be guilty and accuse in the house again we get we're bound
how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice and crackles will be missin'
We an trippin, we act like fiends in a way
But not..quite
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back, boy
Yo
So we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee,
demented
45 King put the swing in the thing
And now I sound like
A motherfucking diamond ring
Swing just like Tarzan
(Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking
the number one King Kong (Whoop!)
And I'm a keep killing rappers on and on
Whaddup?
Stay high street boys in Tudu
I write my own shit like my ink is dodo
See
the center and face your competition
As I rock, you jock, and in shock
And have fear, when the E is on the spot
(You pulled the mic handle, Joker, Joker,
this
Heat in yo' meat, make your blood skeet
A nigga just tryin' to get on his feet
So hurry up, rich bitch, before I twitch
She said, "Don't rape me
heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters
When I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order
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