Lyrics:
up, I enter, through the window
Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo
Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though
Yeah but that's the reason
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
This that I got in my 6th album
I'm the poster child for perseverance, don't mind the appearance
Probably apparel was purchased, thrifty on clearance
It's the visiting king supreme all heal kiss the ring
Into a ? I blow steam from the families of the Mackabees
Smack emcees watch them scream
off
And then we doin' in, paranoid to new swearin'
I said meet me in the lobby skip
So one could cut down on the cherry tip
Alright, he flyin'
never swam in schools
Eye to hand coordination is on
Never lose my cool
If you got beat down you didn't sue
That's the era that I'm from
It was double
to sing, it was the King
It was Elvis' Rolls Royce
Now the wood-grained bar was open
Like he was about to have a drink
A white-gloved chauffeur
Starry night, an unknown creation
Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh
A creative heart
a shot it was really hot.
Had to let it burn and that’s the tea.
It's some shit to do
And I'm good on that it's some
Shows and albums n***a gotta
hoes
who knows where the night might go, hit the doe
like yeah, blinded by the glare of the strobe light
see something i like its going down on sight
last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins here
This sport's extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down With the King
never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a whole one
Huh ok, K-I-N-G, can't deny me
Niggas still rhymin' 'bout what we did in
the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then
to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto
Yo welcome to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto
Now
Y'all should know by now
This
Album a classic
N
Shout out
to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto
Yo welcome to the ghetto
N yeah welcome to the ghetto
Now
Y'all should know by now
This
Album a classic
N
Shout out
a little bit
Moved along with my head, down
That's what momma taught me and I never let them fuck me
When they handed me a dead king's crown
Told 'em
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
Doused my fucking head with a bottle of peroxide
In my skull, holy fuck, did I just die
Shoutout to Eric (Ghoste)
Shout to Freddie (Dredd)
Shoutout
I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
the Kottonmouth Kings is in the house tonight.
Now we ain't out to do nobody wrong
We just some stoners gettin by high playin our songs
The Kottonmouth Kings is
I could tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I could tell by the way you've been dancing wit' yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz
that love N-O-are-E
"I know why'all love me"
I know my fans been sitting around waiting
They looking...
Said damn it's summertime n-o
Ain't drop
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