stove 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
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
m storming with lead showers And I'm murderous, common is formerly Nastradamus I'm going for the top regardless Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king Ghosts of my dead friends
- Verse 1] And I'm born with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and
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
down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know Ia??m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my
it down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my
blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self, we dont even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
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
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
impeachin nautilus, substitution, mardi gras Hot nickel is back from filing at the shark bar Fuck the shah, bringin it to you live after dark Ask the psychic friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends Kings
blue tooth now dot com I'm at the grocery store with hot moms Bout 35 with at least 2 kids We can make out while my friend babysits All up in your fridge
