Lyrics:
young king young king break through
Cock cheek switch to fully get to shitting on
Any damn thang that the vocialoski get to spitting on
I go by the guy
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Yeaaah yeeeaaaah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
He's comin out that
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
got
Dope and the E boy I'mma G
Boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got
(Big Moe)
Yeaaah yeeeaaaah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
Im that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
Hes comin out that
doubt they'll ever count it, staying grounded
I'm surrounded by some young kings, some young kings
Doing dumb things while were barely functioning
What
nice with the wrist, burn
Gotta be nice with the wrist, turn
I'm a king, boy, I'm a king
I seen queens turn fiends, and
Young boys turned kings, man
I'm
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
sheet and bars
Drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag
Go stupid" so Imma go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top
Almost mini couped
life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty
together we stay deep
It's Rob G!
Cheyah!
King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
how it go down
Yeah E S G now the king is back
Chamillionaire next up to bat
Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks
Sit Lacs blue and the Porsche
counterfeit
Pussy, boy, I be the opposite
Bitch, I'm the realest, no lie
These niggas be tellin' these lies
Bitch, I'm the king of the Co
You niggas should know
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
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