Knew We Need A Moment I Can B Your Future I Can B Your Teacher B Your Proffessor..Write Down This Lecture You Want Some Extra Credit? Lemme Check Your Homework I Can B
Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends I just want to say I remember when [B.o.B.:] Well, it?s B to the O, O to the B You know it?s the flow
ride through Compton to see real blood, real crypts, and imma always hold you down thats real shit I'm the Los Angeles King and you remind me of Mary the R&B
seen 'em? Kwame, King T, or King Son Superlover C, Cassanova Run Antwoinette, Rob Base never showin' up You seen Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy B?
that I need [Verse 4: Isam B.] They became men, of good, good men Who been gangsters so long they walk like kings Under the streetlights, they raise their arms Hear
Hopping Like Two Kangaroos Rattling And Moaning Out Here In These Woods [B-Section 1:] Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaa Those Are The Sounds I Wanna Hear
tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul
niggas like Ray, sit down, bro Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court This is my sport, B dot o, B
I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul
King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy, copy, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Big ballin' is my hobby Sold my soul
know and I know that I go ham even if Muslims is seen In my rearview I'm near you, but I don't hear you, can you hear this breathe? Wit' an oxygen mask
all That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b**** Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls And you don't hear your
worse First I put a curse on every verse I kind of got outrageous Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the B-I-T-C-Hes Drop some verses for
got your back till the end screaming juggalos Dark lotus, psychopathic that's the way you go Monoxide Child: So many people in the matrix die alone, hey Not me, my soul
place to be Most definitely the Bomfunk MC's dropping the bomb Whole lotta soul as he cuts it up Rock, rock and roll as he cuts it up Cutmaster King
s in my arm, my wife Tomica at my legs (Ruthless), I mean Records, we got married on my deathbed I could hear Jerry Heller in the hall But I couldn't hear
P, P.Crakk Cocaine B, B.Mack is back Chad, Chad what's on track? I gotta have it, shot out to my b-boy Beans And my S.P.chain gang, doin' the damn thing