Lyrics:
explode
We visit Grandma to have tea
But not like the tea from that King Diamond album "Them"
Where the house is like possessed and his grandma gives him
sing to a stringed instrument
You just have to choose the right heroes in The Bible, folks
It might not always be Jesus, I'm sorry
The musician was King
That's over your head like Dirk with the jumper
Ain't ever over we betting the under this was my album be back by the summer
Ha probably before that
Ha
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
I keep on living em out
Keep living em out
KING
Look at me now
Look at me now
I bet you probably sick of me now
You sick of me now
These classics I
dropping this album now
Ready lay by bucal
I´ll be the witch of the woods
I´m not the bitch of the hood’s
Driving that old Santa Cruz
Say “ I´m
to the King now he Simba lunch
I pull up on him with the work on me with the tools out like a pickup truck
You should know by now I don't give a fuck
Call me
A yo
I wanna take this time to introduce my new artist
King Theodore The Banker
The latest signee
To Dumb Rappers Need Teaching Entertainment
she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
Kolem mě poušť, písek, příběhy, co nikdo už nedoví se
Jenom lžou, za zády, do očí stejně ti neřeknou nic
Když nemáš svoji cenu, nemůžeš řešit druhý
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
SA'll be T-Rex
And they'll take their shots
One by one I'll just make em
All drop an album ce
But the outcome'll be me on top
While they're in
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
děláš srandu zase
Taky bych ti nemusel říkat vůbec nic
S ostatníma bys pak nevěděl o nic víc
A co? vydal jsem svůj první singl
Za 1000 Subs jsem
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
I have heard of a land on the far away strand
'Tis a beautiful home of the soul
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die
'Tis a land where
hit
Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí
A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher (Ha)
To sú presne ti isti čo všade vidia
King of the South! Hey!
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga
Bankhead!
[T.I. over Intro]
Hey, hey, Grand Hustle c'mon
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
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