Lyrics:
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
much drip I get there's always niggas wearing more
L.A. to see the King, she could kiss the floor
You only sitting by that court because you know a nigga
to stolen merchandise
We discern
cause South Central L.A., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
and start slangin ki's
Who can know the healing power
Of our awesome King of love
And shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is savior
He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS
David Grusch is heading South
He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS He's the King He's the King of UFOS
David Grusch is heading South
would get along nor sing a song
Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!
I say yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Deceptive divided blinded tools
Yet we're called to be kings and priests
In a fallen world that's run by fools
Sacred jewels found in heaven
Carved off
Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga
You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga
What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
for the king
Am I wrong?!
So yo, what's up
It's me again
Scot La Rock,
KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think we would end
ha-ha)
[Chorus]
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
So fuck whoever hating', I'm the king of the South
You gon' forever see me
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
I met a lil bitch on the low end
Shawty always love to go in
I met a lil bitch on the south side
Said it ain't too safe to go outside
I met a lil
Way to many kings in LA
Call me king of South Bay
Hey
All these bitches wanna see me
Devil on shoulder
Im looking to the right
Not a homie in sight
Lyrics: Raise One
by Marcus Akeem Bradley
Ohhhh, ,Ohhhh
Wisemen come from the east
Shepherds face down on their knees
Angels up above singing EE
your reflection
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
There is no king for the throne I seat
All by myself, so alone I leap
For the young boy, daddy
The jungle fever of South Central
South/ Central America
Columbia
Nicaragua
El Salvador
L.A.
The watusi of American
presidents, drug lords
for the CIA
Poker scene baby 555 baby mai hoo King!
Sapne hote sach im winning
Rolex meri ice slush bling bling og Kush
Im the royal flush
La la la la la la laaaaa
La
Down South, baby
Young rich nigga shit, man
Wookie, hoe
ATL Jacob
King Pluto
All of my dogs kings, all of my dogs kings
All of my dogs kings
la connect est lethal
C'est la trap en personne, Bigi sauce sur le Track
Tu me donnes 24h et je drop une mixtape
Je suis le souverain du south faut que
to rumble
Too many King Kongs in one Jungle
The king cobras spitting venom
Don't get poisoned
True knowledge turns sour
Chinese whispers by the hour
Each pawn
a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
you pop that junk up in the Bronx you might not live
Cause you're in
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
I came with Scott La Rock to express one
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
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