to the hall Whip wire Whip wire Hawk man Slip down easy Don't make me a go-between This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith To whom you are speaking Slang King
Bản dịch: The Fall. Slang King.
walls 'til it falls Bet ain't think it was that deep, did ya dawg? 'Cause see you can't see the castle for the walls 'til it falls Everyone thinks that
[Scarface] Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake Mark ass
Do You Want To Teeeeaaarrrr mmmeeeehhhh KING SHIT KING SHIT (Chorus) I've been hurt but I don't hold no grudge At least I can say I was loved Cuz I've
dismember your brain 'Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign But now it's high tech out here in the center lane See we got the world respecting the slang
I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it now It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off And let these motherfuckers
Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King
to assume My position I'll be firing my iron at ya dudes Bang Bang my crew gang bang the slang gang Doper than a kilo of columbian bam bam Rocking with a king
tried to kick me out in the rain So I called on an inner power It's hard to explain It's like a holy spirit Utilizing Hip-Hop slang I'm beyond the
on your ass The motherfuckin' Bomb Squad [Eric Sadler...] I gotta say what's up to Big Daddy Kane And the Rhyme, the Rhyme syndicate And to the niggas that can slang them dolls, King
t comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade And plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main Help me if I fall, can I ball for life A
the fact that it's a whole bunch of kings down here And as long as you takin' care of yo' business And doin' king shit you a king What these niggaz shoulda
the things so instrumental to Lu That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's A disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school In my Fall of
ass black out, or even pull your fucking head To make his whole crew believers You're harder than a bitch full of dicks But that don't be sounding like King
to George Bush In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go In my 64 candy what Impala Fall to my knees and give all praise
like when they too much Act like they stuck up Leave Atrice nut up I'll bat that bitch up [Stone] The king of the Nolia I crowd both the wrists Lock down slanging
life, livin' villain Packed with visions, copy written Throwin' bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King Elegant Slang-Master jackets, expensive noodle
