Lyrics:
King B It S Still Called The Blues

at it It's still called the blues Makes no difference What you do or say The blues might still Come your way Just when you think Your trouble's about

at it It's still called the blues Makes no difference What you do or say The blues might still Come your way Just when you think Your trouble's about

Mike G, is it me? Nah, it's just society Filled with propagander, huh, why do we meander, huh? In a zone with hate for peace, all of this B.S must cease

running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder

that we would take the torch and run wit it Be serious, but still have a little fun wit it MJG, from a town that runs real deep Ask B.B. King and Isaac

drive by on you and your crew 'Cuz y'all be poppin' some shit that's unheard of For you, what's the word? Uh, it's murder, son When I be crushin' your

the b***hes groovin' (Shake it ma) And won't you tell the DJ it's a Dipset intrusion (Thug game) Chorus (Fat Pat) Verse 5 (Mike Jones) I'm the king

the human race You said yes, now you're wearin' my ring Guess I can stop playin' ol' B.B. King 'Cause the thrill is back, the heartache's gone Time stands still

creek Like I said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's I play