be, Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach, Weed match the benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack, Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back
the butter baby (I bring it smooth and hot) What? What? What? What? [Will Smith] Here come the butter baby Bringing it smooth and hot Got the staff from K-B
than a stack And 80 carats on my chest provides a special attraction 50 G's in my jeans plus the dough from the waller It's the reason I'm the king girl
Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B,
cranium You know the name, Shaq aim to maintain Money on the brain, can't stop the reign "Big Shaq where you at?" [Notorious B.I.G.] What? Uhh, what
a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
80s, girl chase on Kurtis Blow ? the breaks on Flavor Flav, Public Enemy clocks, boom box EPMD made us proud that we was from Boondocks Before Pubah, Steady B
the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking
: Razor sharp my flow is like a crip and blood fightin' in the park, come to Compton swim with the sharks. I know the real kings of New York, that
smooth and hot Here come da butta, baby I bring it smooth and hot What? What? What? What? Here come da butta baby, bringing it smooth and hot Got the staff from K B
', 16, he was stuntin' Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80 Boned so much
'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito White kids call me king of this B-boy thing If it's broke
'em black bitch (Come on) Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover The King Kong
'Cause I'm always makin' time to make your girlie feel great And I'm Bizzy F from way downtown I'm known to rock a mic like a king was a crown When
after you slid You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who
in thyland But you can catch kid rock on a hot day rollin on the island Bellisle b-b-bellisle Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle Bellisle b-b-bellisle (
holding glory Junior high, Hall way king Lockin' faggot MCs Beat boxin', breakin' Zulu Nation wannabees It didn't take long to see who would stay strong High school upon Some B