Lyrics:
(Ay)
Now we got bricks in the couch (Bricks)
50k in the pouch (50k) J's in the lot in and out (J's)
My diamond hit my nigga, ouch (Uh)
I put this
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie
They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block
Let the beat play, brody
Uh, solidarity like that muscle we refuse to flex
That synergy that these niggas just refuse to tap into
In our
gettin' by ain't enough (ain't enough)
Verse 1
Take my...kindness for weakness, you gon push me to the limit
Been thru..too much to cower in the face
blawl
Every DJ in the city
Know, how i put it down
How you want it, now
We can do it, now
Lyrically Im, now
N O N O , now
KURT V S, now
Dot com smile,
situation we get placed in.
Kottonmouth Kings is a life style movement.
Only way to get it done is if you do it.
I ain't gonna be the one left lookin stupid.
I say You're the Christ
(I say it out loud)
Been healed by your stripes
(Yessir)
Ain't gotta think twice
(No way no way)
I give You my life
Lord Lord
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
a thousand pieces
We pound out weak shit into the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, we just wallow in jean, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like
Kill’n our people had us burn’n Cities to the ground
We cry’n out for help just making sure you hear the sound
And I know Martin Luther King had done it
an animal
You ain't even know, I'm an animal yeah
Is your drum off white? Is your braids done tight?
Then we go'n be alright
All eyes on me like I'm not
Traded my halo for horns
But in the shape of a crown
Kingdom was tainted by thieves im taking the steps that i need to keep all of em out
Separation
tired of that
Motherfuckers sayin king tee's shit was wack
But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks
By the truckload, now let's go for
the drop in your crib, in the spot where you live
If you talking that shit, nigga, stop it
I'm a God, I'm a king, I'm a giant
Nigga not trying, .40 my
niggaz don't worry, we'll have u out by spring, Yay
If U Really Want It, U Should Go N' Get It
Ain't No Sense In Waitin Around, Nigga Bullshittin
Stand
with the Super Sunday rush
We're trotting to the cot cause your
Style turns back to mush
I flip out the funk off the frame
Now you know my name-
King!!!!!!
Time to ride n**** (Just Blaze!!)
I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West like he was running
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
until a young n***a dead (Hold up)
Making all these boss moves like I'm death row and if a n***a call me out better let him know
We really with the Shits
devestating i got saved
By the king and his love is everlasting
Easy to squeeze lead in ya fore head
But went out n solute n me start blood shed
Positive
get it n****!
Yea, Number one in that field n****
We out there shining and trappin'
Just know it's real out there, so be real out there
Stacks
was gonna slip
Miss every turn out
Start to burn out
Uncertain of their words now
Been turned out by the same
Thought that started this
You narcisit in
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