Lyrics:
It’s Lex On...
God
I need a lil ting
That’s gonna touch my soul
A likkle brown ting is what I am looking for
I need somebody that could change my
swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin' bro?
Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm
she bought the Maserati
Apartment in the city, rule one, I'm in the city
I ain't gotta Tweet it all, my niggas know I'm with it
Car show king, cop
I was on Mulholland Drive
With the radio on
They played Augustus Pablo
And Kings of Leon
He say he knew it's not easy
When you don't get what
The destiny of a great kingdom rest in d showder of some great King
Mecca record a yl empire, one million sound
400 entertainment, sparrow autos, DVD
Shawty said she miss the old me
But I ain't going back no more
She says she love the way I use to be
A thug in her though
Shawty said she miss
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
[D-LOC] you know the king klick, yeah we got the bomb weed,
We got the southern kali shit that make ya eyes bleed,
Daddy x, d-loc and that boy
to live)
Land of the beautiful (To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
Cause the bottom of the heap ain’t no place to be
Kissing somebody else’s ring
Always a pauper and never a king
Prayin’ someday that this will pass
one weaker than the last
Jerome, his nephew's bitch
Nephew, pussy whipped by some trick that's takin' orders from me
Lil Leon
My sister carved your man
leavin’ MC’s damaged
When I be on the M-I-C in the NYC in the Bedstuy streets or penthouse suite
I spit sicker than HIV don’t stand by me can’t get like me
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
to tell me
Get this
You always needed somebody to help You get this
But get this
Till I can't remember, drop lessons
Next tape prolly be blessing
I don't
break
Don’t know about a physical heaven and hell, ain’t seeing no miracles let me be real
If a 6 year old Muslim boy gets killed by a Christian’s bomb
the peace
Don't you play with one of ours
It be murder in the street
It be bodies in the hour
Ghetto bird be on the street
Paramedics on the dial
Let somebody
Monsieur Nègre, Russel Jones, and Ghandi
I could use light to beam words outta the atmosphere
I was raised by B.I.G., so no lil' rappers dare
We weeded out
Astaire or
Fighting old King Kong.
I can be any hero at all;
Zorro or Don Juan.
I know I'm the King of the Silver Screen.
Hollywood movies keep
more to complete
I'm so thankful.
Good times may pass me by
My feet to the Ground my head to the sky
Blessed to be alive so I thank you God
Yeah, thank
at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not
We made fun of your musical taste for so long
Now you're gone
John Denver, Billy Joel
Posthumous duet CD of Nat King Cole
For Leon Redbone there
at night you go to bed
Don't be so sure you're not dead
In the morning when you wake
Better check the space that you take up
All the king's horses
that Kings Of Leon magic
The sex is on fire
Your eyes are so golden
Your touches are sapphire
You gimme that Jackie Wilson feeling
Liftin' me higher
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