Lyrics:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up ..... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz
wake up wake up
Brooklyn's in the house!
Wake up, Brooklyn!
Ludacris! Common Sense and ME, Spike Lee!
Always do the right thing
I got it, I'm gone
when kids were mack daddies
Striped Lee jeans, playboys and Caddies
Long Beach, the M.O.K. center
He almost caught a bad one when he tried to enter
sippin'
Remix the mist and relive it
Mistake it and I'm defending
Like politicians if you don't do nothing just pay ya dues
Be-Jay knew to pull a tech
about as close to hell as it gets
I hold the belt but oh well
Let me load the L and get lit
To deal wit my shit, damn
Nice got a sick flow
Wait
bumpin ziggy
Cause motha fuck 50
And that punk diddy
I know you chumps hear me
It's all friendly until the game gets tipsy
Bitch its kind of risky
bullets fly
Member all them days as a youngin when I was terrified
Nowadays I ain't even tripping, but Imma let it slide
Cuz I'm the one protecting the fam,
this life'll get ya
Ay, daddy told me aim up high (uh)
Shoot down every image they sent you (yeah)
Living out by the margins
Can't be fitting
everyday
Been through a lot of years, oh my days
Wogb3 j3k3, wogb3 j3k3 aye!
I say nobody dey love you but yourself (ya! ya!)
So we keep it grinding
yeah
K-I-N-G
Ima K-I-N-G
You don’t wanna fuck with me
K-I-N-G
You can get the smoke for free
K-I-N-G
You don’t wanna fuck with me
K-I-N-G
You can get
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
my team get it, you stop business glock spittin' (blow)
A durag couldn't top this wave
Ya hear my style ya amazed in this modern day age
I ride in
the K clip
Niggas talk about me
They see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin'
Like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
fuck me, only God judge me
That man told me he love me and he flash money
My only crime could just be livin' it filthy
So let me hear it on mo' time, not
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
yeah, here I come,
Let's dance, remember kiss chase,
K-k-k- kiss chase.
See you can never get away from me,
But you shore did damn try,
But now I'm
clean for the radio, so the kids could watch the video
Yo, but y'all don't hear me doe
Man, I just want a crack at it
If I fail I'll be back, cause I
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
confuse you like it did to me
So let me break it down in plain English
I can't be back if I never left, me and K ain't finished
I hear 'em talking, so you
Ya'll Put ya'll L's up for Mrs.Lee
But Yeah.....
That’s my oldest son with the low fade
Quin...
And that’s my youngest son with them 4 J’s
Riqo....
dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh
Ray Benzino, Hangmen 3,
Bus-a-Bus, M.O.P.,
What the fuck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the fuck
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