Lyrics:
K The Missing Kings

Everybody want it hot, I go through All of this half of which woulda broke you Came out smelling like a rose even more true Worldwide, bi-coastal, global Niggas I respect miss

ask me do I write rhymes, I tell 'em I used to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K P A Playa Miss

Cube and Biggie In the year 2000, all drunk and pissy Off whiskey, you can miss me, actin' gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin'

feelin' this shit (Bun) Bun B be King of the unda-unda-undaground You can't fuck wit that Bun B be King of the unda-unda-undaground You can't fuck wit that Bun B be King

your head spinnin like that chick Linda Blair I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus You don'

but the crawlin rough and i never though of stuff with saw enough. what the problem is now i got em here tellin all these kids im the K.O.D and they pumpin

] I'm on some Beamer 740 shit, crazy retarded shit Some rum bacardi shit When I bust, niggaz run, cuz they know, I hardly miss Potnas be trippin

Kokane] Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away) [Repeat 4X] [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K

the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything