Lyrics:
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N
no more
I got my boots I kick until I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes
Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes?
N.W.A is back in this motherfucker
And this is only the single
Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out
We
down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
strikes nigga turn the music down nigga
Fo' real nigga I ain't going back fuck that
(Just take a ticket my nigga you ain't do nuthin)
The fuck is you doing
Tag an meiner Ferse (wooh)
Nach meinem Album komm'n Opfer zur Vernunft
Denn wer ab heute hatet ist jetzt offiziell ein Hund
Was ich heute weiß,
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
to the timid
You either fall or you be great
Your last chance is always truly your last
Take your chance and bow down to a king
My pity ain't gonna last
Bitch!
on my a shit
N*gga can I say shit
Tell me is it even possible for you to hate this
I'm in your head
Like Freddie when you go to bed
All the shit I'm
U.N.I.T.Y. (You and I)
U.N.I.T.Y. That’s a unity
U.N.I.T.Y. (You and I)
U.N.I.T.Y. That’s a unity
Black kings, can we listen for a second?
I don’t know if they
'Ms Jackson' and the
Celebratory gender-appeasing 'Call Before
I Come'
Andre, who's stripped down to the
Waist by midway point
Is the most riveting
a be, they go
Repeat Chorus
N.O.R.E. wants to see a churning now
All my ladies in the club turn around
Make it hot on fire of blow
Bring it up by doin'
class, don't need no explanation
K-I-N-G exclamation
The throne and the crown fits on me
The others are wild, but baby I beast
When I touch down, all eyes
them
Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em
Young murderers ride, I knew all them
Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
I wrote it in my album
'em pee
Fuck a boss I get fired, no thing to me
I keep grinding y'all watch how I became to king
Shoutout Sky, J. Jemeil and my nigga King
Kritical,
his hand up that’s yo man you a stand up stand down damn homie I overstand & understand .
But damn King Kong ain’t got shit on this but damn ache we
Hi just, uh, Ink D33M0N here to give you a bit of a warning
This song contains many explicit topics
If you are a skill freak, turn this song off now
the dough
Raise hell, yell, for eternity
Run-D.M.C., k-i-n-g!
[Chorus]
me controlling the sound now yeh
Oya down down
Girl oya come bruk it down down
I am the king with the crown now
Who born the baga wey dey frown now
Distanced myself and I'm feeling incredible
Imma need A million by the nightfall
I could just Stuff it in A white wall
Bitch I come clean like lysol
N
like subjects
The Criticism King just to give u a subtext
Negativity toxic with much flex
One by one rode off in the sunsets
Problem with the King was
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
about this
First solo album on the east coast dick
The east coast niggas all showed ya love
Especially the one known as King Sun
He tried to warn us
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