Laulunsanoja:
Heads The King Is Gone

love Make way for the way we are Fever still burns though the king is gone Make way for the way we are The king is gone but the fever lives on

you When Punk-tius comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands Above my head, head, head

- Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then

I don't wear it no more... [King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me

me Groupie on my head like a koofie My nigga kid Cudi, that's my little buddy Calls some hoes up and get some cudi cudi What's your life like, mines is

heads high after disaster [Hook] When the levees broke when the planes hit whats going on ma nigga, the same shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our heads

head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with his nine on line With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin

his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback,

you gotta do is put the ice on it I've been giving it to niggas for years Fans still getting wireless head thats with no hands Listen my grandmas composition compared to ya'lls is