Lyrics:
kiss
Fans rush me like a blitz
Balloons and glitz at the Ritz
Out in California
Out in California
PCH I'm on ya
Out in California
Out in Cali
Schedule
the riches of sons
King Tut
Thousands of years on the run
When I die Imma live on the sun
RA RA
Chosen by holiest ones
That's the sound that they make where
kings gettin' paper
Count money gettin' high
Brick by brick, build the empire
I just turned the neighbor
Young kings gettin' paper
You don't
Name Will, I am Dub D the King going dumb on the mic
I got everyone hype by the shit that I write
All my fans say they like how I flow it's a vibe
I
Feet in the pool
Breakin the rules
Im goin wild
Live in a zoo
If you had a clue
What I am up to
I would be thinkin bout what I should do
But I am not
think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
Play
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
club
I sign eight by tens for all my friends beats all you've ever seen
It won't be long until I get a record deal
(It's Cledus) the karaoke king
I
To The Hills, Total Eclipse, Number Of The Beast, and Remember Tomorrow live. Aaah!
Box number four. Do you like it so far? What a great set of singles and all
Had to cut the fan to record it's gettin' hot in here
Brazilian wax the path now the top is clear
You ain't gotta put that fake chain away just don't
F-u-c-k Richard Wagner
What a motherfucking monster
King Kong conquered Western culture
Fuck him and his Nazi granddaughter
Fuck his fan club
your history, stay in your lane
(likkle man)
Live by old school code from day
Don't fuck with everybody 'cuh that's
How you get AIDS (mad ting)
You see
Danger Danger
There's a brand new stranger
Claiming that's he's backed by lil baby from the manger
Yes
It's me
Young Theerie
Tryna make the world
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
mean
Who cares about your petty degree
Cuz you better know me
I'm a beast rolling in my Corvette right down on Sunset (That Street)
We going live in my
live a dream
And the king's road's lonely, you can't go with him
When it's time for a test
Man ah man have gotta move swiftly 'cause you don't want
Starry night, an unknown creation
Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh
A creative heart
of Eden
I never beg for bread cause I'm the child of a King
I never have worries like hakuna matata
Cause in him i live and move and i have my being
What
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
why we in this shit
Remind me why we in this shit
Cause we ain't on no pile of shit
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live and I die by
bring it to you live like see-SPAN
Can't nobody do it quite like we, can
You know my reputation, three bars three, grand
King T is in this bitch and we,
judged by my King
And you will fail
Take that as a promise from the King
Sometimes I do speak for the King
And you should kneel to your betters in this
tv I'm living life forrreal
But my eyes are fixed on the king of the hill
Led by the spirit not controlled by what I feel
Nourished by his will this
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