Lyrics:
gangs of smoke
I guarantee you can't out smoke me
We can do it live on cable T.V.
With kings blend dope you choke before you spoke
We toke to call your
and riches always tryna fill them stands out
But when that curtain closes
Ain't nobody really be there when it's man down
No king, is saved by the strength
If you describe a man as the king of something
You mean that he is the most important person doing that thing
Or he's the best at doing it
My first
someone more at peace with the world?
Sly Cooper: I'll admit, he does look kinda "zenned out."
Bentley: Uh... Mr. King? Honorable Panda King, we humbly
RKTHHS, we already told y'all, we the mothafuckin' best
If you're gonna spit back, better do it with your chest
We the king and the queen when it come
I'm out there, they said...I said, allright I'll do the video. And they
said, yeah but ahhh.....we gotta blue your chops. I said "what?" They said, "we
on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis
Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
Let us crack the freak, because we're your
to the grave
That tonight we may die, but to die is our gain!
Tell 'em bring their guns out
Send my city up in flames
And yea though I walk through the valley
to be a hump
But (Son)
We've no time to sit and dither
While her wither's wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear your
to be a hump
But (Son)
We've no time to sit and dither
While her wither's wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear your
the army
But we hop out of rarris
And we slide on the low
Girl I know you wanna fuck wit us
Bring all your friends we gon pop out and fuck it up
We
to take
Your grandma out you got to know 'bout shit
To talk 'bout shit
Why the fuck you think I talk like this?
In any hood that you go, it's the same
name was Kareem (yeah)
I'm your majesty, roses under my feet, yeah
I'm a king, I'm a king, I'm a king (king)
Where the throne at? Let me take a seat
I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't
to roll on bustas
On parole cuz the law don't trust us
So bring your friends and you best pop back
Fuck Rad SML that shit is whack
I'm the man you don't
the army run amock!
Louis: I fear the kingdom's out of luck -
Both: Because I (he) Love(s) my (his) duck!
Louis: Yes, undoubltedly we're stuck
King
the feline
Or come forth and take a stand
If you're wishing on a star
Ooh I pray your wishes bring you
To receive the call
The king of groove is
you more
Make 'em jealous of who we are
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
with D
Because of all the things that I bring with me
Only G-O-D could be a king to me
And if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be
The microphone
cheer
Feeling the beat, it's crystal clear
We move our bodies, no time to rest
Rapping it out, we're the very best. In the wild, we groove to the sound
hunny fasho
Shoot'a that nigga no dribble
We vibin wit your bitch we take her fasho
Bring out the guns or bring out the beef
My nigga's still banging your
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
Got your broad in that Mulsanne, that Bentley, homie (ha, ha)
Seats whiter than cocaine, that .40 on me (yeah)
Got me and Chi-Chi, bring broads, mane,
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