Lyrics:
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit,
R.I.P. to Bozo cause he was the boogie king
Everything aint what it seem , much love from the king
From the north to the south, to the east to the west We
gente buena, gente mala
A to's los mido con la misma vara
Oye, tú sigue en tu swing
Yo estoy claritín, claritín
El Underdog como quiera es el King
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
Enough of the games
I slid you a controller to boot
Flash on the iris
We just played the bootleleg by the suit
Flew out the south to buy some peaches
V1
Inside a quarter after 5
My world
Is falling but my stock is
high life
King of everything
Feeling like a dream to me
My day
A rock and roll
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
pretty, on a tour all across my city
Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney
From the North to the South, we gon represent
I'm getting bent
and me
Talkin' Ezekiel with Kenny Rivero within the South Bronx
Theophilos showed me the honesty when the sound's off
Babies in Moscow shaving hair off
Mr.Hoover couldn't handle us
Feds brought the drugs
Down to South Central LA
Tell me whose the monster
Got our fathers on cocaine
Yeah
It couldn't be me
balls
When they come runnin' nigga they stunnin' I give the outcall
Consisting of pistol starters dealers and south paws [x4]
Payed brother say brother
as snow
I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you
You could get smoked when
I come through, okay, okay
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do
I could be
Yeah! It's Bad Boy South Niggaz
Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so,
dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong
where I live
where I get lost like one of Kennedy kids
Then I reappear when it's "Time 4 Aksion"
Then disappear again like LaToya Jackson, it's
, la la la la
Joy to the world! Another election I've won
In my district I am king
Let democracy rest
In a tomb
Repeat the corrupt ploy
Repeat
Your butt is wide, well mine is too
Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you
The word is out, better treat me right
'Cause I'm the king
and
I'm the muthafuckin' king
Westside, the crack music, I trap music
Back, back to LA
And I'm the muthafuckin' king
Back, back to LA
Now what the fuck
cannot Stop singing this song It's going down
This government collapsed
This 24 no gas electricity
Tartary's on hide Amarukha disguised
By those lying
cannot Stop singing this song
It's going down
This government collapsed
This 24 no gas electricity
Tartary's on hide Amarukha disguised
By those lying
churches
To conduct non violent protests yeah yeah yeah yeah
We were inspired by the crusades of Billy Graham
The nation organises a group called in
the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood
[Ludacris]
Ahh.. yea, yEAH
Disturbin' Tha Peace, the Beat Club
Ludacris - straight from the ATL
We gon' take it to NC, to VA
To L.A., to N.Y.,
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