Do it like this (Yeah) You know we do it like this (Like what) You know we do it like this You know we do it like this
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From the front to the back we got this whole spot hoppin When Kingspade hits the stage you know the party starts poppin Yeah it starts poppin, it's poppin come'on please Kingspade we bring the green we got them Christmas trees With different herbs for each season we be smoking 'em down Burnin joints for no reason puff or pass it around Puff or pass don't burn the joint stay lit that's what it is When we rhyme through we tighten though we smokin on a crip Smoking on the crip blazin on the bud getting love You know who really holds it down when push comes to shove A pack of zig zags you better bring don't front Never skippin a beat when we talk about the bud Cause of the fact is we the kings of the spades A smoking weed is a job that's why we really get paid We the kings of the spades smoking weed that's what's up You know D-Loc and Johnny Richter never ever get fucked
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Kingspade number one we dropped the seed and watched it grow Next thing you know we out on the road doin shows On the road rockin mics we keep it tight for life Kingspade stay high - every day stay high Getting lit every night and wakin up not till noon A new city new people with another gig to do Another blut, another sac, another city, another dolla When we chasin the money, you know the p town bothers Listen holla, if ya feel me, come on make some noise For D-Loc and J Richter we're the mothafuckin' boys Come holla at them boys, yo come holla at them boys When we callin out'cha bluffs come and holla at them boys We all live for the weed and lay it all on the line With pocket aces up our sleeves we roll the sevens with the dice Like a hot n headed vice black n red it go round When it comes to big chips you know we holdin down the krown
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From the back to the front, Subnoize we puffin blunts In the club drinkin beer, give a fuck don't really care So get up off your asses and let it be known Who be runnin the castle, who be ownin the throne Loose lips sink ships you better shut the fuck up (Simon says) Bitch-ass you better shut the fuck up And get the fuck outta here take your bitch ass home Take your bitch ass home, you best be leave it alone
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