Lyrics:
Wrist and My Ice and My Chain like
"Damn K07 How They Know By The Name!"
Tatted On My Face So These Bigots Know The Name
Tatted On My Face So
kara shuru meri khoj
I ain't got no chance
Life stuck in the harsh lane
I know I am trying to change the world by my own way
Still trying to blow my
of love, no lie
Appreciate you more, as time goes by
When it's truly true, it don't die
I see you in L.A., I see you in NY
I see you in the A, I see you
like you K.c.c.N
I wanna rap really fast in time
I wanna live my dream a rapper singer
I wanna be just like you K.c.c.N
La la la
La la
La la la
La la
'round half dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai
Chronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me, thug-livin',
Oo
My lair
K keep me so carefree la
La listen my room the stu b bedroom bump
Oo
I'm scheming
My next move better be evil la la
La I like my shit
'round half dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai
Chronic, mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me, thug-livin',
down
Just to find Kim K like a damn Greyhound
And then put a little gift in her ultrasound (Take this!)
La la la la la (Bitch!)
La la la la (Ferz!)
La la
better than me ya
始まりは K
準備 OK
K.U.M.I. everybody ya
広がる clouds stars in my eyes
見た事無い show がここに
ノンストップで day by day
Come a little closer
If you
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world
The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
hasratoon main he dab gaye hain
Kiya la mahdood waqt in k pass
Nai de raha main in ka sath
Bus aik khuda aur main us ka khass
Nai khatam hoi abhi meri baat
those hands
We don’t stop, Ingle wood we won’t stop
It’s compton in the house
K-Dot Jay rock nigga shit your drawers
2 deep g rob in your honda accord
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
Smells like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la
Smells like a party ya'll
[Platinum status..TUG..B2k the whole
to ourself What should we do?
Hmm
It smellz like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La
to ourself What should we do?
Hmm
It smellz like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La
here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La dadadada da da da
Mo-MuthaFckin'-3 Ngga, yeah
Let me take em' back to where the cash at
(Cash At)
380 in that
at
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?
I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K
how it is in the streets of L.A.
People gettin killed today
You smile now and later you die
By a drive-by, you only have time to see the bullets fly
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
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