'll all get in there cookin', then we'll throw open all the doors Playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends We'll have a good time, playin' with my friends
We'll all get in there cookin', then we'll throw open all the doors Playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends We'll have a good time, playin' with my friends
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood
your house [Verse: Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-10 I'm the king of the ghetto
No. 5 Swine like mono and diglyceride My vocals got texture, you just texturized I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised Step into my zone get flown like fly By the b
streets Nigga I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next
he wins, clocking MS ends To his friends he lends, lotta joy he sends Jay lose today, this is what I say Dick in your mouth all day My beats were played
with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king, king Two years ago
This is for Ike and Ricky, Rufus, Rhonda, Barbra and Marla really This is for B'zle and I know that rest of my family is with me This is my friends,
my name From the home of the blues, thought I paid my dues It's hard to fill my shoes, imitators abuse I just love the music, like my heart and my brain
one of my questions, please/ That's why we at the hotel, respect the presidential suite/ Eatin' up all of my strawberries, drinkin' up all of my good Belvi/ With
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
turned left and there you stood You and your friends, talking But when our eyes connect, I knew then It was just like two ways un-beamed I'm your king, be my
' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain My canary's is gleamin', through my angel wings They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king With that mean
police find that, what's that sound? While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out (Ca$his:) Walk through the door with my hands on a gun