With the sonic boom Day starts then it turns to night We're the ones you listen to when you roll in your ride Kingspade's comin by so pick up your pipe Kingspade's in the house you know we gonna get high So who ya'll wanna know whos runnin this here I'm only gonna say it once you better listen real clear Kingspade motherfucker, d-loc and richter These two white boys back up in the picture Back up in that ass like a motherfuckin five pack Bringin big class so you better bring a notepad Don't make me laugh cause you gonna make real mad Wastin all my time while I could have been at camp radd So you better pay attention Or professor johnny ric's gonna throw you in detention Ten deep and when I mention Cause I'm back, two more years and I'll be swimmin in this bacon Don't give a fuck dog, yeah our shit bump Hat flipped up tagged up in the front Where the weed at, blow the speakers in the club Kingspade klick still serve a cat up Fill my cup, so I can drink it all up Go back to the bar so I can get some more Keep it rough, sandpaper lungs, big joints, hardcore rips and blunts yeah
[CHORUS:] Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker) Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker) Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker) Who run this motherfucker Kingspade
Back the fuck up you know we in the club You know kingspade klick be fuckin with blunts D-loc, johnny richter, ya'll now the deal Cause subnoize music that's for real That's hot, ya'll can't get none Bump bump bump everybody wanna get dumb Come get some, loc gonna pimp one Make motherfuckers slip one rip one Smoked one in the parking lot Like slangin buds I connect the dots Like damn boy, shit don't stop That thc, pass me the pot That's me, pullin in with johnny richter, we ten years deep So wheres the weed, hustler baby H-u-s-t-l-e-r A hustler, and we're still on the block yeah Just trying to put some dough in my knot yeah Cause I can't see punchin a clock no And I can't see pinchin my flow no So let's go cause I gotta keep it movin now Never like to slow down keep on doin what I'm doin Pimp shine, you better ask somebody (better ask somebody) better ask somebody,
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Took two years off dogg give me a break Got a hundred fifty grand sittin in the bank We back in business lemme get a witness Cause kingspade dropped off ya'll better get this Don't flout this cause johnny richters still here like a likeness Of a life spent pickin shit Fact I know you were thinkin that back in the day when I was killin with confidence Chillin here with the hall of fame status ya'll motherfuckers know we the baddest Fuck ya'll faggots, eat a dick Kingspade shit d-loc johnny ric D-loc j-ric yeah, two of the sickest Kids from p-town I know you gonna feel this I come with it and deal with it But keep it concealed get caught on the drop big trouble come real quick My games real sick, I stay untouchable My klicks real big, and so I gotta roll Avoidin all pigs, because I'm holdin dro I should'nthave to ask ya'll should already know Who the fuck I be when I roll up on the spot And who the fuck I be when this funky kush drops So who the fuck are you gettin all up in my face Actin all real tough you don't run this place bitch
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