Everyone's has had the blues at some time And been used, I ain't lying I've been used and abused And I've got the blues, blues, blues Over you Everyone
heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ??? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ??? Now that's the
shorter, nights are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got not evidently It's elementary, they
Its tha don what, with the reputation For making everybody dance till the sun come up [ROC] We going all the way to the top Mary Blige and ROC The Queen of R&B, the King
and light blue please Got the kid like "watch your melon" Since I came out of jail, it's like the planet gone bananas Lack of strength a badder fella had
with them P's and O's in they house It's all about the trill bitch you ain't what this about...about...about [Chorus: Bun B] When you see me on the
Days are shorter, nights are colder Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got not evidently It's elementary
. Thunder thunder hot as fire it's the return of the three kings Zulu we're the gang bang empire (singsong) W.C. the C & B walker conduct the blue chucker
deep Ask B.B. King and Isaac Hayes on Bill Street I got the Memphis City Blues Ooo, I could feel it now The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping And everybody
A yes yes y'all, it's too fresh y'all A little B-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I
You're ridin' with the blues Don't you know you're ridin' with King? Yes, yes, you're ridin' with the King I wanted to say B.B. King but you know King
bum bud Oh wait, here's a punk, pump the trunk 'Cuz it's a gang of jackers in the front smoking All the hump, some shit was said about blue and red
Maybach's 'Cause her project hall is smellin' like Ajax That's understandable but everybody relax Hate when folk get money and don't know how to act I'm a multi millionaire, homie that's
wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted
wass up? DJ Bobby B's an army for life, I love ya 'cause Remember, damn i can still remember sleepin on the couch, runnin ova to Lou's house Tryin to
I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****? Got his crew starving 'cause he aint the whole cake, ***** He ain't Nas, ain't B
heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ?? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ?? Now that's the
