Lyrics:
Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (for a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (song you sing)
Flowers on my
and then you'll know you were stopped and dropped by the walls of jericho
For those about to rock, put up your locks .
For those about to jump, I'm all
Verse 1:
I go by King-L
If you haven't heard
Fake friends
Tryna hang man
So I need a word
Tryna fly
Fly to the top
I don't need a bird
I wanna be big
Like King Kong big
Big like the Empire State Building
Be big, dream job, fast cars
Like the kid Baskin that wish on Zoltar
Be big
Like
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
Almighty So
Now how y'all niggas love that? (DJ Scream)
(Hoodrich, bitch)
Niggas know how I rock
Bow down, bitch
My name King Sosa now
I mean King Keef
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
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm, I'm the one you
I'm, king of stage
I'm, king of stage
Baby, I wanna tell you something
I'm the one you need
rock the house
Money Ryan rocks the house
Staten Island Island rocks the house
Brooklyn rocks the house
Queens rocks the hose
New York king you don’t
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe, and No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got
the pussy up, she gon' have to call a cop out
Doing niggas dirty, imma clean em' with my mop out
Mop, mop
Young King Tut with the rocks, stop
Niggas can't
every night
I Born for this
You will wanna know me,
You wanna be by my side.
I will make you dance, dance dance
I’m a rock star that Born to Rock
Bottle poppin with the kings I dont sip it I just grin boy
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it
Drownin takin shots
I think I drank another bottle
I don't fuck with thots
Only fuckin with these models
This is how we rock
Push the petal, full
the head, the snake is dead, remain
Up in the presence of the mighty, My God
His Throne in Heaven, King of everything, the breath of the head nod
Heaven rock
science
Harp oppressing the climate its rock it science
Strenuous perplex weighing the earth sextet
Bo king rockin it yes he is rockin it
Shaka Zulu
Light up the marshall stacks
We're killing King Creole
With devastating thrash
The death of rock n roll yeah
We met the devil at the gates
Not
What what what, what what, what what, what what
Whoa
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in
to rock
Two in a two seater
Top down throwing shade as we drive by
I can tell you don't know how it goes
Let me show you bitches what it looks like
Do you
a world of signs and wonders
I see Jesus in the rocks, the flowers, the trees
I'm overcome by resurrection power
For the Spirit is alive inside of me
In
search of the lost
Perfectly patient by default
The King sets many captives free
Grafts the wild shoots into his tree
Working everything together for our
the King going dumb on the mic
I got everyone hype by the shit that I write
All my fans say they like how I flow it's a vibe
I rock then I roll I ignite then
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
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