Lyrics:
with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers
The tings that she want, ayy
I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
Told you sip syrup, or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you standing
How long u think that's finna be ya wife
Well I'm livin the life
You just gettin' it right
Your old lady look at me
'Cause you ain't hittin' it right
and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out
just wasn’t good enough
Was that shit too hard to do
Love me like I needed to
Cause you know love got me doing things for you
Tell me where you’re going
hypothetically tag your toe
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more about rhyme no more
Cause I'm so raw, will I win?
Ain't an if, it's a when
Kind of like asking
nigga, I be in the field, I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain't a slave, I'm a king and that's real
I be in the field, I be in the field
might trip
Yeah
I can see her callin' me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit
Yeah, J-E y'all
Don't make me make you lose your composure
might trip
Yeah
I can see her callin' me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit
Yeah, J-E y'all
Don't make me make you lose your composure
They all smell blood
Wen they start comin' by …
Am already by your side .. ah ah
Kissing you
Lovin' you
Like every other day
Gimme some juice baby
Your
an artist you take on
What' s your take on me, can I stay on?
What' s your take on me? Am I good enough?
Been stabbed 21 times, am I hood enough?
I ain'
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's
at the foot of my bed.
And every night, every night I hear 'em sighin'.
They say that I don't miss a thing, they say that I'm the lovin' king
And I'm too
suffer
Cause ain't another
Her kids trying they off they ass
It's gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means nigga get your cream
Stop storming what
Ain't nothing wrong don't fix shit if it ain't broke
We ain't no jokes
You know the Kings by the size of our tokes, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
My voice is
is don't get caught
Unless your hustle ain't breakin' the law
And even though rich folks got it good
We sittin' on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin'
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
enough
Loyalty make you family, it's thicker than blood
In lovin' memory, this for the thugs (yeah)
It jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
this ain't wild enough"
That's a cue, sorry Luther
Brother you can sing, but I just can't use ya
Thought she was cool, but the girl likes beat
Freak
little bitty fight
You're drunk and broken hearted
And it's twelve o'clock at night
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
But by God you got
respect your mind
It ain't no rush cause I'mma get you next time
We ain't got no beef, we ain't got no quarrel
You likin' me tonight, but you gone lovin
I’ve cried enough tears Blinded by my own mind Seeking for truth in
The depths of your brown eyes But I can’t seem to reach Anymore further
Than
shift probably seem like all day baby
You're 'bout your money so you're probably working overtime huh?
'Cause that minimum wage just ain't enough
Long
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
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