Lyrics:
We the kings look at us on top
Yea We laughin' from the throne
Sayin, you lost the plot
Break you down yea piece by piece
Uh, the dragon spit fire,
We the kings look at us on top
Yeah we laughin' from the throne
Sayin, you lost the plot
Break you down yea piece by piece
Uh, the dragon spit fire,
break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smoking endo
Fiends kicking
well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son
Hook: [King T] x4
Outro:
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money,
well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son
Hook: [King T] x4
Outro:
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money,
tilts his head as to see as high as the,
Towering man that's standin' by his side
And hes hopeful, and proud of him
The silence cries as the butterflies
kon en kat kat mové temps start
Hennicy Jack Daniel in me glass
Skunk and hash Gary high to bloodclat
Ti Dog Dax all me thugs dem strap
The gyal ah wine
glass to the jay
Nigga gotta glass jar, swappin' shit, breakin' face
Gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced
Gotta king fitch tell her get
call him the king the way he breaks down the defense
it's likes he got the call on a string
and he will blow by you fast
pentatrate and dish it high off
We so high we never coming down
Yeah she fucking with my sound
I'm the king yeah I wear the crown
Had to cut that bitch off had to kick her to the curb
of the mountain high
You feel like a King
With the giant and golden sky
Out of sight
Lying by a river
Under a tree
Now you remember
How it's good to be free
Then
we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with
Dopedealer heute reime ich in
Der Booth die Bars
Ihr macht auf Kiffer doch keiner
Von euch hat gutes Gras
King of Smoke ich bin ziemlich
High von den
Got the fireplace up real high, Cuban maid sliding me cookies
Tall glass of lemonade, chandeliers hanging over my head
Sitting like a cloud of haze
a and seen a speed by
Even when it was storming we would be by word to life
They was scared to give B five we was grimy as fuck
When we was knee high
glass to the jay
Nigga gotta glass jar, swappin' shit, breakin' face
Gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced
Gotta king fitch tell her get
a single strife
City got a special way to make you feel like
You ain't jack by day, but you're Queen and King of the night
I guess thats why I keep an ace in
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
to the boom
Howl at the moon till he's getting his due
Betting his dime on the spells in his book
Getting high, getting by, getting tried by the crooks
You ever
together at first, then I Tetris them
Laying the foundation brick by brick
More to come, placing the base in bit by bit
The glass is half full, drinking sip
Thing
The looking glass passed a vast Menagerie
The looking glass sees the bell of All things
I'm looking down the Hall of the Mountain King
Looking past
alive
Toast glass, ill will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll
Realize that I made you
Wanna be
the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)
Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds
the very fibers of my being
As I slowly turned, a glorious radiance consumed my eyes
His silhouette was backdropped by the immense sea of glass
And for
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