Lyrics:
Flavor-flav on a hype tip
Um ya hype drink, come take a big sip
Um in position, you can't play me out da pocket
I'll take da dopest beat you got and I'll
to the mothafuckin e
Its p a add the apostrophe r o n to the mothafuckin e
Did it on my own aint shit you can tell me
Heard your album rapper its completely
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
album up here by the bay
Long Island blues, don't take me away
Damn I'm too young to feel this way
But I need the fame, send it this way
I have millions
Du hesch nüt dSege aso schwig
Füehle mi wi iis
Call me call me by my name
Hear this voice, I am insane
Don't make a mess I am the game
talk yo shit
Only God can check me
Let me talk my shit
Better have him on the cell-e
King talk yo
She asked if I was single
Said i'm album, fuck
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
I been gettin, all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand before my album got dropped
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
like E
Stay at peace while chiefin' tree
The war is comin'
I feel it
Beneath the flesh and spirit
Achin' to roam free
To those that don't know me
Ask
I been gettin', all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand before my album got dropped
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
admired by most but the haters still matter
The haters still matter to me
One negative comment can affect my sleep
Effectively created thrones for my demons
from the cold,
Lord, Lord, look away.
I've seen history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
They can tear me down, down, down,
But
was a king
Then came the second coming of Saturday sacrilege
Now watch my fall from grace
Desperation's now a pit that I just can't escape
Remind me
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
the light unto my path You are the answer to my pray
Because you never fail me God
You never let me go
You always stood by me
You are the true born king
Your
And your boy been ballin', nigga been brawlin'
Nigga been haulin', nigga been lordin'
Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a killin'
They mention King
impression (I need to know)
Of me?
I know, I know, L-O-V-E (I can do it)
And it's so rare to come by
You know I love it when you come by
You know I love it
I am the king, tell me you love me don't owe you a thing
Is livin' a sin? Stuck in a cycle where I repent
Then I will forget and do it again
Hearin'
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
Life preserver of an album by the Kings
Gotta face death before you can face life
Gotta know what's wrong before you know what's right
Gotta see space
today
My tori don change
From grass to grace
Oluwa lo se
No be by power
No by might
Agbara mi ko
Na Baba God
He's given me the victory
Now I'll be
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