sun Come down here trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Chorus: Go back go back to your woods Go back go back go back to your
I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy Ridin' 'cause the haters face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies
yourself Let's talk about this First solo album on the east coast dick The east coast niggaz all showed ya love Especially the one known as the 'King Sun
blocks With them hustlers, them dealers, and killers selling rocks Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down Till it came back up, and night came back
got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Take it back to the people,
got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Take it back to the [unverified
fur lookin like a scarf Lookin like I robbed 'em Tell cops is easy to find like chinks in a nail shop Holla, cheah! [Cassidy] Ayo, get back get back
That, that, that perpentratin', perpetratin', perpin'tratin', wait, rewind (Eh but yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?) Some cool shit for the King
Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain King Tee do your thing Verse 2: [King Tee] When the Likwit hits my soul I get conceptions
, nigga gotta flash and floss Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun All day
tools for tough time The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate The whole Babylon, times up, move on Kings on
* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Boogee Mann, Suga Chi, King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister (Intro
eyes, mimicking dogs at play. The sun shuts down, and erases birdlight. And in this stunted eclipse I saw myself, some darkness at last tenously visible, love as the sweetest thing. Al Bowlly, Jack
best kid rock beat Now ima kick ya like this and like that I'm kickin a funky track with kid rock because we go way back Back in the day's to the late
jack to a king and back Then you have to pay to play The world, it won't wait for you It's got its own things to do The sun's gotta rise and drive another
he should think of pulling his glock Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack Take the joint
niggas better leave before the sun go down [CHORUS 1] 'cause uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga We be the kings
Take a quick breather then I'm goin back for more! Feels so good, feels so good Brother, Derek X, kick flavor I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone
