done went o dogg Made 50's beef his and knocked 'em both off [Chorus] New aftermath chain on, thats the bling Stones yellow and black - he a Latin King
for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B Can't do that without saying free pimp c And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me So I went window shoppin and
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
all the ladies love Kells, cuz Kells is fresh And plus, Kells got super pimp 'cross his chest I got a fat gold chain and a drop top Lex' And when I'm
Wonka You could be the King but watch the Queen conquer Ok first things first I?ll eat your brains Then I?mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs Casue
dummies Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda
heat You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross Niggas fire then drop shit
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things Fuck
"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." - B.I.G. "Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" - B.I.G. (repeat all 2X) [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit King T, and we all in
And I call her bobble head The way she wiggle it when I'm hitting it from the back up in my bed, and the way she be screaming my name and the way she
) And Your Gold Grillz Homie Same Clothes 3 Days And Them Guls Still On Me (Yea) I Roll Wit Romeo So They Treat Me Like A King (King) Respect It World
us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I'm proud to be all that I know Q-B-O-R-O, nigga who I'd die for,
in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Chorus Where Ma Raney and Beethoven