Tradução: El King Blues. Salir de aquí.
them idiots down there. So goodbye Piccadilly, And farewell Leicester Square. We've shared some special times, Now I'm getting out of here. Did you live out
say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like
riding with the king? Riding with the king. Don't you know we're riding with the king? A tuxedo and shiny 335. You can see it in his face, the blue never
your guardian eyes so blue. Hey my baby don't you know our love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out
must of stuck something in my drink everything was getting strange looking 1/2 the people had turned into squealing pigs that the other 1/2 were cooking -let me out of here
it ain't for me They say the sun it shines out here, but all I see is rain Got them hillbilly blues Hillbilly blues Hillbilly blues
you hear these rappers out here usin my flow they need snoop on their song to make their shit official though In this missimissible releasing niggas modern day king
rock it with respect I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old
never gonna die Cannibal is me, ya squeal and shout I chew ya up and spit ya out Storms a c-c-coming and it's gonna be me Here comes Trouble, with a
in your ears Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like beers Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds Coming out
Marlboro man Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men Where you learned how to kiss and cuss, and fight too Better watch out for the boys in blue And all this
sex But now he's getting down with the DVX Excuse me fellas, am I to understand That Carlos Santana has made a champagne? That's right mother fucker, here
I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues Ooh, got the bad weed blues [Bizzy] You ain't going tell me ain't no sticky in this whole f**king city Where's
People keep on getting sick And a nickel's not worth a cent Wickedness and greed abound Just as peace is gaining ground It shatters Hate is here to
It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead
