Lyrics:
bring my team up
Zoomed past Yungstar, still reppin' Zonehouze
King of south Cak, bitch I'm back to take my fuckin throne!
Prince r-o-c, got a couple
called (Phomolong)
That's where the album was slowly brewed by thing four kings and they call them selves the (YounG-KinGz)
(emegency, emergency,
had turned out the light
So I walked down the street where we all used to meet But it was all dark and quiet When I got picked up by a Cadillac He said
The devil's got his gun
This rabbit's on the run now
Stand by me love
It's you I'm thinkin' of
La la la la la la la la la la la la
The devil's got his gun
the fortunate one who dies
(New York, you ready?)
He move from LAS to Soho
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced
Here in the land of Moland,
There dwells an ancient kingdom
Far from the eyes of Vale,
The king seeks the death of Guthra
Wolfrider, come I welcome
The Rabbi
(whooh)
My greatness is resipricareted by no one
Only the chosen know why they are called on
Made a mistake trusting niggas that fold on
(wooh)
to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one,
Who dies
[NAS]
New York, we ready!
[Kevin Rudolf]
He move from LAS to SoHo (ho)
A few blocks
For those who
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that's
Ala eSouth Africa
Siyang'
Khathaza
Kshuth' manj' yaz lent' into enjan'
Yinto Enjan?
Yint' ehambisana nothathwa ngathi aw'zwani namsiko akho
Gejileke
Dreams, going out till I'm old
House on the beach with a mouth full of gold
South on the streets with an ounce full of gold
Y'all don't wanna see me
down south but its better in California
I said "Oh yea"
She said "Oh yea"
I know you are from Florida
And plus you are a Stoner
But you seem like loner
I
sunsets in L.A.
The unrest as the days pass by
Got me going right on out of my mind
It's routine day in and out
It's not made for me yet this shit they
is in associate with Soul Dope Music
Created by me, a filter, named dB Cutlass
Manufactured in the subterranean Mecca known as the Dope Hole
Nothing
King Steelo opening hook:
Welcome 2 da underworld... we all from da gutter... each one teach one? Nah we rather kill each other... We blinded by
Portobello road
You'll find what you want in the Portobello road
Rare alabaster, genuine plaster
A filigreed samovar owned by the czars
A pen used by
think not just why, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly
You better watch your mouth, you ain't that high
King of the south, you ain't that guy
They say
Do you see me boy how I see my boy
I see a dream and a making of a king uh
You see trees or you only see seeds
I see me getting it by any means yeah
hall de la tanda del humo
La asoseichon kings south ragga pa que vuele cuando bailan
Para que sienta todo el reggae ritmo raggamufin pa que jueguen
Pa
The king is coming to your town and he'll burn it to the ground
If you don't respect the crown, respeta la corona
The only way to take him down is if
Xplosive
Llegó el king
No haciendose responsable de lo que bebi
Tengo el número privado en la blackberry
Ocultando cosas como el agente perry
Competir y ser
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
enchants
There's nothing that melts all my worries away
Like a day in the South of France
Breakfast at Cap Ferrat
A tray filled with ooh la la
The juice
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