desert night There was a thousand starry ships And men came down from still I don't know where With death on their fingertips Now there's no more kings
Traduction: Springsteen, Bruce. Évacuation de l'Ouest (Aka Pas Rois Plus au Texas).
Traduction: Springsteen, Bruce. Évacuation de l'Ouest (Aka No More InTexas Rois).
just laugh at us But we was getting views so hatters got mad at us We were coming up fast, Nigga I had more dates then a callender Y.b.e, There ain't no more But King K
gonna do it like (We gonna light it on fire) Triangle Offense daddy Cain (we gonna light it on fire) I know you got somethin more (*"yeah" - repeated*)
on top and spending some cheese comin from tha bottom wasn't appealing to me Didn't have one bread c.e.n.t I was tired being b.r.o.k.e started sellin
Z-Ro] To all my down ass niggas, y'all can kiss my ass Anybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my ass In the 2K ace, I'm a sick nigga that
play it, I rise up in chains Hag in here, hag in here more deadly than anyone's intention It had to be, more casualties While I'm in more blemishes, than
t gonna shoot up fools though to kill they track Listen As the horns blow It's King Corso Callin' out actors like award shows Even more so Now that I'
cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town click when a playa lay
a snitch, it's Too many niggas out here illegitamite I'm ridin' and I'm leanin', get my swerve on good But I'm, seein' more haters than a third eye could
stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then
glory ever more proclaim and ever more proclaim His path and glory ever more proclaim And ever more proclaim His path and glory ever more proclaim and ever more
in the game to go sit back in the crowd Teachers told me get a job, save up for 401k Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin 401k. I'd rather die with
lace this little gay midget cock sucker [Xzibit:] Ladies and gentlemen This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate Tattoo a.k.a. The Leprahcaun a.k
sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May some more love come Yesterday we were Kings I'll tell you young blood This world is yours today [K
night's change was today's dough money No time for your freestyles so roll money No more whack albums with two joints No more ballplayin rappers who shoot ya two points (No more
