Put one in the air (heir) like the king’s son For the heir to the kingdom That means I’mma be the king once the king done If he don’t wanna leave then I might have to guillotine him I sing some but I (w)rap a lot like the king’s son Microphone checker all across the board you should king him Diamond mine my mind make princesses like king come (cum) Every second worth of thinking Is enough to fill three rings like ring lungs? That’s how I kept it on the air is like a re-run And kept the kings comin in obscene sums You see for me it’s life or death like a king thumb Mean something That’s why I don’t play when I relay like a team run And treat every single day like a scene one Outlook on life like I ain’t never seen none
Coast coast to coast gotta dose of every lingo The latest famous ate his baby like the dingo Who evaded pushing daisys, dodge bullets like Remo Remember like dinkle when we used to play bingo Used to be in awe with the pushas and the pimps oh Now I flip cars like the ribs on the Flinstones Haters got mad and as sensitive as shinbones Had a Goodyear and my intention is to blimp on Even if I’m injured I’m gonna limp into the end zone From game one to the super like were in dome That mean I went to Disneyworld and you just went home It’s Lupe and I ain’t from there But they root for the away Yeah they stunt there Beautifully I play Gatorade the coaching ??? need to play now Usually I stay, put em on the roof with more truth for me to say
The laboratory happy for me cause I’m back with my belongings Ferrari ’bout as ready as when Keri was the prom queen Think outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don King The glacier in Jamaica or a penguin out in Palm Springs Yeah, keep em in the air like a swan wing And Im’a keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swing And my little shop with my Terry Cotter pot You be talkin’ bout your kush, you should come and here my ‘larm sing So put them up like a robbery A Derrick Rose lob to me And which and see I alley-oop it properly Football or volley-b, hock-el-y, or sock-el-y You just get the rock to me Try and put me down like Gaddafi over Lockerbie I’ll lock you in a locker b Like Bruce Leroy, like Johnny in a locker see Shock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin me Hottest rockin bottoms or kill em where your lava beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
