Paroles:
King Blues The Out Of Luck

love at sweet 16, She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green, Leaving something old for somewhere new, To be with someone battered, black and blue, She turns out

cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of

cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of

wearin' a vest CHORUS 2x Left the house, pullin' out the drive backin' out Need a backin' out this lady's Jag started blackin' out Pulled the Mac-10 out

wearin a vest Left the house, pullin out the drive backin out Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blackin out Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck

throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the

used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word) Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes

family members Like I can't point out your grandma to niggaz Damn you was my man like crew dawg Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog The

a long It's _ For realla, my nigga it's King Kong Giving niggas the blues As I'm walking on these fools With my blue suede tennis shoes I'm two stepping