Lyrics:
Free Big Ive
Rest In Peace Debo
Man Miss my Dawgs, They living way too far
Either locked behind them bars, or living up in stars
King Skie
Baltimore
to us
They reply black on black crime
We see that all the time
Shoot outs to a drive by
But no jobs that hire right
Drugs and guns to get higher right
Bad
homers like Miguel Cabrera
Stacking 'em together
I'm the undisputed king at Checkers
Creeping room to room like Freddie
Wearing a blood covered sweater
I
Never let a pussy nigga hoe me
Just because we fucked bitch youion know me
King ina city nigga yeah i got the key
Feelin like bron nigga just crown me
I
know
What the business it
This that Drenchy standing at the stove
In the kitchen shit
This that Drenchy dropping elbows
In the skillet bih
King James
Magic Johnson retired, Clarence Thomas was hired
And Richard Speck expired
Ren and Stimpy made their TV debuts
Rodney King lit a long simmering
Too much seasoning, in the pot
It's smelling like you might need you a exorcist
Shake them demons off
Like you up in king of diamonds
That's
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
ya ass done
Keep muh burna with the dough no homer
That doja outta
Oklahoma
But the kid came from
Kings
Run thru dem sprinkluhs
Fuck wit us
Ya gettin
revelation,
The final conflict, it's near,
Ride me baby.
I love you,
I do,
I just get confused by the things that I do.
Baby, I am so complexed,
Oh, Oh,
to population
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other
Media Kings give us now give us total movie
We kill y'all civilians
How the fuck that make sense
When we all civilians?
Wartime presidents do wartime shit
That's why wartime presidents can
Suck
twist to it
Now lets do it
So whenever your ready just page me
And you'll see, How I murda, and hearda, the pussy
[Chorus: Alexi]
Baby when your
the house and came back with a dope reaction
Dbanj can't you see you need Don Jazzy for the hits
You need more hits Mr Oliver twist
You better put that Mo
to slice tires onsight we fight liars
Vice grippin' like pliers on kitchen knives like Michael Myers
Toolios like Coolio hammers twist you like a ratchet
realize
If we come together
They want us to know it
That we can storm
They weathers
IQ rising day by day
We might bend
But we won't fucking break
Kings
of breath
Making you a mess
Dropping bombs bringing your death
King's ruthless
Addicted to the game just like its a Meth
Winning the chess
Man's better than
with your cash
Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm
gots to have this, I gots to have that, we do it again with a little more twist
I gots to have this, I gots to have that, we do it again with a little
hear the music can you hear that beat
It puts your mind at ease while you tap your feet
Look at the time it's about half ten
Hurry do the twist and shake
a bishop
Then a castle
Then one by one
Another one and another one
Until they all leave
You're getting lonely king
All alone in the end
Giving you 13 moves
it grow
That what I might do
Go out and buy me a suit and tie, go to work everyday and be a regular guy
Smoking big cigars all day, be the President
fuck wit me
Specialize into that greenery
Meanin' to do
Whatever the fuck I want to do
Even if it means settin' up shop by a pre-school
(Progress)
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