is ask yourself (Can this be real?) Now this song, I dedicate it to the sleepers Nothing real hard, just a little teaser For those, who told those, that the King Tee
Käännös: King Tee. Voiko tämä olla todellista.
is ask yourself (can this be real?) [VERSE 2] Now this song, I dedicate it to the sleepers Nothing real hard, just a little teaser For those who told those that the King Tee
the lench mob But I can't forget the days we all used to tour together You know what I'm sayin' So you got my respect and you motherfuckin players (Players, players) To my man King Tee
Bump my beats Can't nobody compete Imagine this: A hundred G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this&#
on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your own bread, and you can ball just like I do Got me some bread, made some paper Costly
white tee lookin' for wifey Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the Coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive through the city
an attack on her cardiac Red Diamonds in the club, Ace of Spade from the start And since I'm the King of Kings she can be my Queen of Hearts (Gucci!)
the king of kings she can be my queen of hearts GUCCI ! [ hook ] girl it's obvious your body wanna do somethin' to me and it's this obvious i'm tryna
your skull to the sides of a freedom Record to the meter, so tell me who could be the next one Gravediggaz complex death oath And watch king tee, kill
And I could give a fuck what you think I got em for And all the king's hoes and all the king's men Go try to put this shit black together again Come
can be certain What's that? They be mixin tanqueray with the squirt and Downin st. ide's like water, oops (? ? ) what? (? ? ) water, y'all can get looted
I thought you knew the deal, I thought you knew who I was I spring for the budge, so you can get a buzz If you're a real cutie we can hop to the snooty
bust dat ass, I'm that man that'll bust dat ass King tee talking: Yo check this out. this is tha alkaholik crew. e-swift didn't they say it Couldn't be done? they said king tee
King Tee with the funky bumrush Smoke a lot of herb but I never hit the dust I can wreck them efx 'cause I ain't got my check, baby This ain't no punk
royal King of Cool Rap And when I rock the joint, they be like "Who's that Fly rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the trigger Let's assassinate King Tee
To that bitch? Aw man, don't be talkin about my woman like that Oh, now you're gon' trip on me Wait, wait, hold up, hold up [ verse 1: king tee ] How
brought Sable just for old time's sake The real ruler wrecks records, I mean wrecks wombs But now I got the psychedelic tune I dedicate this to my true black sisters Niggas bump this
