joke, nothin like Bob Hope I make real rap songs, hard and cock-strong You'll never catch us making a rock song The Kings Of Swing is not nothin to sleep
won't you put em on the scoop and now.. [VERSE 2: Mike Master] Betty's always ready to bust a move Especially when she's rockin to a Kings of Swing groove
The Kings of Swing is in the house, and hey yo, nod your head to this Nod your head to this [x2] It sounds funky [VERSE 3: Sugar Kay] Catch the Swing
?" He says, "I'm searchin for blow" I said, "Come on, don't you hear the record pumpin every day? I'm with the Kings Of Swing and my name is Sugar Kay
s and DJ's too Singin the blues cause they can't get jazzy Or grab the mic and swing the funk dope as we I'm Sugar Kay and this is the Kings of Swing
I'm usin strategy, leavin suckers in the dust You know it's us, the Kings cold crush Makin a move to a swing-swing groove I bet you nod your head, cause
it while it's hot The Kings are smokin and we rock non-stop We said it before, we'll say it once more The Kings Of Swing is def, dope, hype and raw Smooth
down with MC Peaches and I swing with the Kings We're gettin busy, cause it's a First Priority thing (Cocoa Chanelle rocks the beat) And goin solo (Kings of Swing
shine all day, you shine all night You shine brighter than a Broadway light Girl, you don't know how much you mean to me I'm with the Kings of Swing,
You're sittin' there lookin' proud Thinkin' you're so fine Tryin' to run around With every friend of mine Think you're so smart, baby Think that I'm
fires' burnin, and your fever is a risin An the drums begin a poundin It's the King of Swing... 'King of Swing' 'King of Swing' 'King of Swing'
Born with a baseball and a bat in his hand Daddy had him swinging from the time he could stand Out in the sandlot he was king at the plate He kept his
, na, na, na I can't forget that tree Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Can't forget it, they made me who I am, a king And I'm still on the
cheater Babymomma gone 'cause I ain't know how'ta treat her Shout out to Na'isha Shout out to Latisha Shout out to my shorty with that little white Bimmer Feeling like a king
blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it On my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen Then the puppy love thing, together dream 'Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
40 (Um I'm goin') Let me breathe on ya man, let me speak upon a man Let me teach you somethin' about this game (Mmm) Let me show you how to swing, push
Willy Rat King this one's for you (Chorus) (Verse 3) We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hangin' from my big chain Swing
