control myself I pretend, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I pretend, yeah, yeah, yeah I pretend, I pretend, yeah, yeah, yeah I, I take the longest walks, oh I laugh to myself but I pretend, yeah I pretend
译文: 国王的X. 假装.
dj's dippin crates, if you cutnin my profits, you gone in the district k, let off at cops n classic rock im the independant king pin cocaine cops fo
[talking:] What's up lil' mama, they call me Z-Ro the Crooked King of Da Ghetto, know I'm saying You wanna be the queen, let me holla at ya [Z-Ro:] You
Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live [Buc Fifty] Yo yo yo yo what's crackin'? It's the one and only Buc-motherfuckin'-Fifty
dead or in jail Let's ?pretend? For one second hustlas who had riches Stop flossin' for these fake ass bitches Puttin' all these G's turned snitches but it's
re up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, westside See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's ya [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon
{Naughty naughty naughty naughty} Don't lie to me You're high on something And we ain't friends So let's not pretend And go ahead And bleed for them
toes It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne It's lil boo mayne, hold
girl, start think And telling other sweetest ting We know set up mi a di king Or me drop me at the cream And know set pon briny thing It`s a mule child
New York's finest..' 'Do you love the X-Ecutioners!' [Large Professor] Yo I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer X-Ecutioners, cuttin
be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord You's a fisher price king only eligible
a nice back massage, Always honey, You're a king in my eyes, I don't give a shit what people gotta say about us, It's just me and you and you know it's
is the motive that's why you're killin 'em Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium [Chorus x2] In the days of Kings
may I present May I introduce, four of New York's finest Give it up for the X-Ecutioners Yo, I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer X-
of phlegm so therapeutic it's part of the end The way I spit pain it's hard to pretend, hardly depends Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving again Our marketing plan's
-po's, Yo ???? system wonder how the fuck they found me, No back-seat on my way to the county, Now what's Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's
nothin' to hide What's your name? Fat lip from the pharcyde and you know what's up Who is the nigga in charge over here? who is the nigga in charge? (2x
