him wrong L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play He'll strong-arm any sucker who gets in his way Baby Ced, Liberty City born and bred Always known
a lock on my dick 'cuz my brain is key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin' to me See I was born by myself, Imma die by myself And when I smoke my purple
the County of Dade Born, born n raised, born, born n raised Born, born n raised in the County of Dade Born n raised, born, born n raised Born, born
told me Pa rum, pum, pum, pum A new born King to see Pa rum, pum, pum, pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum, pum, pum, pum To lay before the King Pa
they tried to block my vision, I told em' just let me see Just let me be, what I can be I'm a star and they should agree Like it's not a normal thing
for the gold, I can go twelve rounds Steal city, baby, we are super bowl bound Record like it sank while I check a checker flag All this winning got me
shit legendary, fuck around With it and yo mama get buried Your first born and that bitch you just married Who give a fuck pop that baby, she just carried
the brightest star Baby Jesus lying in a manger full of hay Gifts of gold lay at His feet as all the angels sang glory hallelujah Christ, the King was born
Come they told me Paa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see Paa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring Paa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King,
I wish you can do the same thing, man, it's easier than a stripper Or tyin' a baby shoestring, you stringing along And really why you writing a song?
king of the night So if you're ever in a battle, i'm a make you my slave And i'm a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave Leave behind all your fame
seen through it, it's obscene how I spew it Martin Luther King had a dream to it, people cling to it I seen your momma lean to it in a green Buick Wack
hop's concerned you all the same A bunch of mohawks, skinny jeans and wallet chains A bunch of dancin beefin street blogger lames So don't get mad at the king
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
back that green 'Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
game'll slay ya My wrist game ready and my whip game proper When I pull up on a bopper I'm a real showstopper Bun B., king of the trill born and raised
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born