some sort of croon Oh no, no, no, oh, my brain. I see them gypsy waggons left in the snow Oh, I must see that lady, I have to know Gypsy woman, let me
Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy
WE UPHOLD Sky of blue sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all sadness and pain be relieved WE BELIEVE The breeze blows the leaves in the gypsy king
a whistle 'cause he just doesn't care My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens them all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies
the new improved hoop hop I make every muthafukka in this bitch, do the whop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop, why's that? Track Boy beats like a freak, work a king
myself with religion and a story to tell First they made me the king then they made me pope Then they brought the rope I woke to a gypsy girl sayin
[ABSTRACT RUDE] I'm a king with a sting of a scorpion' [Mad Child] Scorpion King has slowly returned [ABSTRACT RUDE] 'I'm a king with the sting of a
Story time, bitch All across the East Side "What?" "I represent Delray" "Delray?" "So?" "South West Side" This Gypsy aunt of mine (You're the lucky one
What? I represent Delray! [Shaggy 2 Dope] Delray! [Anybody Killa] So? [Violent J] South West Side! [Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] This Gypsy
ain't never pass the rock I still dip and dab, stick my hand in bigger bags Nick, a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta town) I
A gypsy woman told my fortune, said I'll be rich someday She said I'll be king and ruler, in a land of misery and pain I'm tired of the rain that keeps
Well, I don't live like a king and I don't drive a big car The gypsy woman was right when she said I would go far Just wait on time baby, I'll be there
of the sea Means farewell, Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave The jacks and queens have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies, now file
think he could outguess you? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy
the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He is lookin' for food I am in the kitchen With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines