All the way down the east coast Get ready Get ready Get-get-I tore all the way down the east coast I'm talkin' to you baby You! Get-get-get-get-get-ready
oh, yeah) [Dappy] Shit what have I done raa, everyone singing along to my bars went triple platinum, see me I'm trying to do what Elvis done and the stage is way
oh, yeah) [Dappy] Shit what have I done raa, everyone singing along to my bars went triple platinum, see me I?m trying to do what Elvis done and the stage is way
hard to take In some mysterious way bigger than Elvis And for all the missing years Your memory reappears bigger than Elvis Now I've found the missing years Forgotten all my
black and blue Cause in every cellblock, there is a hardrock with a real nice device that's called a sock lock Don't ever get caught in a crime my friend
I push it past the bass, no nations gotta feel me I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep And
I can rob Goin' from makin' them poems up, in my garage Then goin' on major tours wit, me and my squad Goin' from listenin' to Reggie, to meeting him Wit my
the way I'm runnin' is becomin' a health risk All I can see is smoke through tortoise shell Gazelle 650's, I'm feelin' like I'm makin' a sales pitch My head already so heavy, it's makin' the scales tip I got my
T M, who me? My name is L First of all you a banger, straight up and down I?m seeing minks on your hangers I know your mama told you don?t talk to strangers
his deal I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the
down on all 5, fuck it, I do this still Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot I plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvis
the big top Free money, and mad bitches non-stop No water, it's Faygo on tap I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it 'cause I can, '
For the two thousand (Two thousand) Black Elvis (Black Elvis) We get raw with this (Hand me my guitar) Tour bus packed (Tour bus packed) Black Elvis
' in the mirror I am the original Black Elvis That's right, when you see me with my wig to the side Wearin' my short leather jacket Marilyn Monroe on my
's bound to happen like Latin's goin' platinum Now we in it lookin' for the big peso An' my song inspired by Elvis Crespo An' we gettin' it started,
tank of my beat-up bug So I can drive away from the shouting and misery I drive into the night, to the hill, to the water tower To lie on my back and
get married. that's why we're living there now. I used to think my dad was elvis, but I haven't told him that yet. I haven't told my dad either...
my back, my baby's runnin' strong Road block ahead, I had to gear down Through Kelsy's woods and eased my way around Elvis on the radio, singing my favorite