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Traduction: King Tee. Vérifiez le débit.
Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo [S] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo [T] Check the flow, check the flow, check the
I don't wear it no more... [King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me
flam It's that nigga king tee with the mad kap band Gettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto thai So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side King tee
't fake it anymore Check it out, you now witness the scenes Second release, Expansion Team Shit thumps, shine bright headlights, Xenon The like laser beams drive fast things and tee
ain't goin', down We leave MC's in the lost and found Get up, pick up your face off the, ground You get to tee off the Likwit, sound West coast legends, the kings
that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala And lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the
niggaz than the projects You can't tell me shit You can't tell me a hot damn thing You can't tell me shit You can't tell me shit Yeah, this goes out to King Tee
up, Alkaholiks X to the Z Xzibit In the motherfuckin place, yeah Let me shout it out once, once, once To my nigga King Tee, you don't stop To my nigga
motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside And we gonna fuck it up, motherfuckers Yeah, that's right, go keep all your hoes motherfuckers it's 1996 Likwit crew, Alkaholiks, King Tee
Bio Killaz Saint Sinna Tha Klepto Tryin' to sound like Mr. J all intellectual Where's ya fuckin' mustard man? Check nuts like a physical All mystical
every verse with something to quote: "The devil you know, is better than the devil you don't" Last year.. a test, true colors where shown Kings remained
(feat. King T) [Chorus:] It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready
t goin, dowwwwwwn [J-Ro] We leave MC's in the lost and, found Get up, pick up your face off the, ground You get to tee off the Likwit, sound West coast legends, the kings
shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala and lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys
motherfuckers goin round the outside ... and we gonna fuck it up; motherfuckers [Tash] Yeah that's right, go keep all your hoes motherfuckers It's 1996, Likwit crew, Alkaholiks, King Tee
