Lyrics:
cry
Now I lay down to die, come and burn with me
In Scarecrow's past life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh and guts
Now I'm
tao chính là South Side King
mãi mãi vẫn là South Side King
luôn luôn sẽ là South Side King
vĩnh viễn phải là South Side King Anh em từ Q.1 đến Q.12
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
that suffered in South Africa
From Apartheid and shit
Damnit, you need to step your punk ass to the side
And let us brothers and us Africans step in
manifested
So understand we positive as could be
The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats
Boy it's never going south 'less we down in
know the healing power
Of our awesome King of love
Shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is saviour to all
Lord of heaven
He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS
David Grusch is heading South
He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS
David Grusch is heading South
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
to be down with the king!
The wanted man from the wanted clan
Wanted by every fan from across the land
Not a G.A.N.G from off the street
R. and U.N. D.M.C
King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for
would get along nor sing a song
Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!
I say yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
go by
There ain't too much that I'm missing
But I've got a wife with a frying pan
And when she talks I listen
I'm the king of the road, she's
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
Oh! New syl la la-bles, eat ball
You fuck-offs your house, your bitch
I'm getting sucked off
East, South
Southern California
Uh fresh off the runway, today gon' be a good day
Her first time in LA, she heard 'bout Secret Sunday
Party on roof top, convertible
Maria)
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
Way to many kings in LA
Call me king of South Bay
Hey
All these bitches wanna see me
Devil on shoulder
Im looking to the right
Not a homie in sight
a good Christmas
'Cause there's no, no place like home at Christmastime
La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la
Cozy up right by the fireplace
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
covering my mouth
I tip the scales like the King of the south
Forgot that I was fat I lost my way
But now I'm back looking for the shade I sought
And not
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la lA is the place!
I'm not a renegade but you wish I would
Just because I like
Yesterday I woke up all fretty and wired
Phoenix to the south, Bartees' desire
By the dull harm of men talking at LaGuardia
Start the machine
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