Lyrics:
into view
But now it's time to rock and we show them what we do
What we do, coming through, on the block, I'm the king
Anybody want to test, come
free
I bet nobody
What it do boy
Don't know why you got an attitude boy
Yeah I heard you talking
What you hear
Every word boy
That'll be the type
like
Chale we for give this joint the green light
Know what I mean we're rappers we
Do this shit anytime, day or night (you know)
So I called up my nigga
shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, may you change for the better
Back when Martin King
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
or feast till I make it front street
You won't ever be criticized by a real king
You will never be villainized by ya real friends
When you at peace you
Do or die nigga
I'mma keep poppin' this champagne
(Ain't worried about shit)
Finally famous nigga
Man I look up to God
I wonder if I fell from
song
They play 'em wild as a herd of horses
Rumbling through the open plain
If I throw you down a back road
Dumped you in a honky tonk
You'd never wanna
a king don't act like it they gone deal witcha
If you think it's a game, then sh!t just keep playing
And I don't wish no bad on you sh*t I'm just saying
Your presence will not go with me, do not bring us up from here"
We gotta follow, aye
You came and by name You called me
At the end of my rope, nobody
Okay, next up on BB3 Radio, we got a motherfuckin' Volume 3 from the BROKEBOY Saga, titled Limbo
but I doubt it's got anything to do with anything
H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
Got
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they
enough I always failed out
I been crying for her smile
For not to know if she like mine
Why do I got to be sad
Why can't we have an affair
Why is she
as the king of my life
I get to rule over my assignment as the king of my assignment
So nobody can do the thing that I am here to do better than me
I am King
assault
I am the king, got a lot here to bring
I'm coming for it all by any means
I can do it alone or bring out the team
Have you blow up without using
fifty-homie salute
I’m out to Compton Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers
Mexicans that eff with me
Nobody
pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I
is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone
Major paper cake by the layers
If these dudes is live I'm the created player
They callin' 'em kings when
at times get hard
If I was saved by the truth why would I ever flauge
I was feeling kinda cold & if I died i know you'll spit me out
Living water running
treated us in 1963
And we'll try to do everything
We can to please you
With the type of songs we write
And record next year oh yeah, somebody asked
Us if we
easy. Ventilators are hard, ventilators are a big deal. And we are now the king of ventilators. We have so many ventilators. You know, I said nobody that
They tryna see if I'm a fail just keep waitin homie
I'm a king I was made to live free
So naw I don't care what you saying bout me
But this thing called
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