Wattup Uh Hu King-K! Y.B.E, na na No mre of that shit dawg Haha Don't get me wrong, This ain't no diss track I'm a just tell you what's good You know
lion style, ohh ohh ohhhh [Chorus:] You can call me Mufasa (yeah) Cause I must be the Lion King (I must be the Lion King) Or maybe Tarzan From the way
away, I'm looking for the gun in your house To kill your family for some shit they ain't know nothing about We running the south, while other niggas running
be them hoes choice They love the luxury cause it get em so moist Navigation one button activated by a voice You can call me the king cause I got so many
if I'm being sent off to War There are worse things in this world There's still room on my wooden horse for two I was Jonathan to your David You're still King
a lot a ass make a nigga spend all his cash let's go [Chorus:] K-I-S-S my A-S-S Dueces, Coupes is roofless So they can K-I-S-S my A-S-S Dueces, coupes
bitch, Come On! I can hear the shots ring off, my bitches taking everything off Each other got em wilding one of a kind By the King Kong, Big Foot gully
Sosa, bitch we're takin over Bags underneath my eyes, I ain't sleep in days I'm in the bushes with a K, your semi's gonna spray Eat mangos and grapes,
em! Chorus: Mya Ghetto superstar, that is what you are Comin from afar, reachin for the stars Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other
old tree, moving by coke leaf Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses And stuck em in a
get my DJ Clue on Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on And it don't matter is it's Sway or KaySlay Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day They act like
out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find
