you broke But they still ain't attributed to good smoke B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs But then I looked around
like me 'cause you're all about nothin' However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter My all around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down
dicky down Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king
are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz) East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal Heck you tell me, respect, better
woman pleaser, broke nigga, reverend Mr O-10, I get it in, I wear the crown We the best, tell 'em fuck next, I got down You got the cash, then show me, better not
day I'm a king, bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans I'm a king, you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams I'm a king, top topic of all of your
grounded for sounding like a clown not allowed out the house for Bringing our sound down, kick out Vanished from the town but bromanted may be granted while they handed me My crown Bow down
the dirty glock It looks like rain, so I'm wettin Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down
Get on down Get on down, c'mon T-t-Timbo We gon get on down We gon get on down B-Rock, fricky We gon' get on down We gon' get on down Timbo the King
goes stale Don't test me They can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset, yo calm down You look cable guy dunked
is locked Some look up to Pac, and some look up to The Rock But short is something I'm not, so I don't look up a lot You wearing a Jacob watch, and
still the boss I'm getting a little old, baby Take it easy now Getting better looking everyday Oh yeah, I know that, I know that B.B.! Yes, that's me
t allow You better chill before you climb a tree you can't get down [B SECTION] Ok, people dissing Will sat on a wall People dissing Will had a great fall All the king
got big lips But as I walk by your girl she wanna ride king's tip Going down in fame just remember my name Not a sapoe with a Afro A king with a brain
New To This Part Of Town Your White Tee Well To Me Looks Like A Nightgown Make Ya Mama Proud Take That Thing 2 Sizes Down Then You Look Like The Man
know there's a better world somewhere you've just got to take a look Yeah but unfortunately it's in the pages of a kid's storybook Does your daddy look down
from uptown, cross Martin Luther King It's pistol play on up and up Niggas being big mouthed so they gettin' tossed up You better be about yo business
ll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid) That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they