With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and
dummies Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda
You could be the King but watch the Queen conquer Ok first things first I?ll eat your brains Then I?mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs Casue that?
in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Chorus Where Ma Raney and Beethoven
all the ladies love Kells, cuz Kells is fresh And plus, Kells got super pimp 'cross his chest I got a fat gold chain and a drop top Lex' And when I'm
wiggle it when I'm hitting it from the back up in my bed, and the way she be screaming my name and the way she be giving me brain, and when it's all over
Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, Tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit King T, and we all in
finally find me a cloud to float ooon float ooon And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on) float on float on And I'm a float (float on) ooon (float on
plenty that wanna be me but cannot It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you,
they who taught us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I?m proud to be all that I know Q B O R O, nigga
promise we breakin? up Got a couple things that I want Walks in the park and sweet things If I rock your promise ring I could be your pretty young thing You could become my king
, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames since the Slaughter's came up 'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained
same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained
the black Uzi Two-two in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well Digital, these
heat You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross ***, fire then, drop shit
team Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things