Lyrics:
Queen City USA I do my thing fellow,
Without the bling, Hello
Ayoo I'm drinving slowowww
Ch-ch Checkin out the flowowww
King tubby Dub style on my
of Mercia, through
Where'd you get the coconuts?
We found them
Found them? In Mercia?
The coconut's tropical!
What do you mean?
Well, this is a temperate
to the king
[You can’t tell me
Every time you bang my line I didn’t pick up
You can’t tell me
That I ain’t pull up when you said them boys tried to beat you
being PIE
Bitch, I came here to destroy
Everything I touch turn grey
I'm lacking coin, slit my wrist so I get paid
Fuck them other boys
I'll slap them in
ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
artistical
Giving party people something funky to listen to
That's why the other MC's can't swing long
I stomp them out just like I was King Kong
Stepping
beat yeah
Go ahead and tweet about me
Telling people lies that I'm not by your side
That don't fly with me (No)
Asking me why
I don't like you 'cause you
mystical, very artistical
Giving party people something funky to listen to
That's why the other MC's can't swing long
I stomp them out just like I was King
the club gonna stare (watch)
Thinkin' you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here (dub)
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain't my cousin
We spark
dope doo-doo rhymes at my rest
The B-I-G, W-I-L-L
King of swing, and I rock well
The nail in the coffin of your average rapper
Jeff do the ditto for
when we were kings
Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
[Chorus: R.Kelly]
I'm A, I'm A, I'm A, I'm A Flirt
Soon As I See Her Walk Up In The Club (I'm A Flirt)
Winkin Her Eyes At Me, When I Roll Up On Them
the cross
y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers
There's a new king in the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the old king in
father
Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother
Maybe the church, coulda been the street
Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats
Maybe
cause he's gorgeous
recognize the king, the livest team
if I ever do time I prolly die in da bin
turn the one year stress till like 30 to life
same
Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub
The American Dream
Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys?
Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies
You
unite and come together
Rocking with me, Dub Lab yes we all on the beat
Coming together like one family
Divided by hate, united by peace
Feeling the vibe,
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
down so
You can hear me close
Yeah, I'm nice with the bars
Late night sliding pipe in your broad
Her pussy tighter than them skinnies
On the jerk dancers
Won't go outside sad, we keepin' it clutch
You remember them nights when we Used to F-A-F-A
Baby, you wanted all of me
She be fuckin' me on the beat (aye,
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