Текст песни [DJ Paul] f Hypnotize Camp Posse - King Of Kings
[DJ Paul] f Hypnotize Camp Posse - King Of Kings слова песни
[DJ Paul talking]It is I my son, the king of the muthafuckin MAwakened by all you hatin ass hoes, ya bitch youAnd it`s going muthafuckin downFor all you muthafuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz niggasWho we got in this muthafucka, nigga count em out[Crunchy Blac]Crunchy Blac up in this bitch, my nigga Juice[Lord Infamous]Lord Soze[DJ Paul]:Louder nigga let em know![La Chat]:I`m pull the trigga nigga bitch, it`s [La Chat] hoe[Frayser Boy]Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthafuckaBout to ride on one of you bitch-made niggas[DJ Paul]And ya boy DJ muthafuckin PaulLike thiiiiiiiis[Lord Infamous]Nigga get all ya boys, tell em bring all they gunsAnd being ya`ll some hoes I get the heater when you comeWhen I dump to hit your pressure point with .44 slugsAll this medicine, a felon is committed by this thugHead bust, they took ya in mood, huhCuz we`ll rip you for whatever and leave ya skull fucked upPop some double bucks To ya nutsCough em upSlutDrop the meat upThen I call em triple six guts[La Chat]Who run, I know you knowQuit playin, you damned hoeLa Chat, can`t take no moWe brangin it to the domeI got the tec-9, four-five, can`t forget the AKFinna take you to the streets, blow you bitches clean awayMayne I`m sick and tired of you talkingI`m open with my dog andIs it true that I will be stalkinAnd punkin bitches walkinHope you niggas paying attention to everything I mentionShit I`m full up on that tensionI`m goin on a mission[Juicy J]Now sippin on some gin and some mo (some mo)Watchin niggas in the room snortin blow (snortin blow)They got weed, and it`s already rolled (ready rolled)Quick babies in that doe (that doe)Now I`m so fuckin buzzed bout to faint (bout to faint)Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly`s tapes)E`rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high)So come and get a lil piece of a nigga pie[Frayser Boy]I`m a schizophrenicDon`t you panicYou can`t handle itSo god dammitYou can`t stand itLeave you strandedPush over nigga, you been bandedI been blazinYou are facinFuckin killers in yo place andHeart is pacinYa`ll be racinBout to catch another case andKiller niggaDriller niggaKill a niggaFeel me niggaI don`t give a fuck bout what you sayin, I`m the illest niggaPistol motherDrama loverPop a suckaMotherfuckaLike no otherI`m a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover[Crunchy Blac]Nigga lemme tell you my specialtyMy specialty is getting you niggaLock and load wit that gun pullin the triggaHow the fuck you figureThat a nigga ain`t robbin you niggasWhen I`m out her trying to get like JiggaDippa yo body up when I kill you niggaShouldn`t have talked that shit cuz I`m pullin triggasHow the fuck ya`ll niggas wanna go to warWhen ya`ll ain`t bad enough for us boys[DJ Paul]See I`m the king of kings, Scarecrow`s the lord of lordsAnd fuckin up with my kin is something you can`t affordTryin to compete with Hypnotize man I wouldn`t even try thatMy lil keys cost seventy g`s nigga can you buy thatYou wonderin why I had the for sale sign in the yardNigga I sold my crib, my new house cost one millionAnd this some king shit, MTV crib shitYou mouth is up you startin to drool u need a bib bitchBefore you diss me nigga turn your pockets inside outOr clean your shoes and your pants, break some starch right outCuz I`m the K-O-M, you wishin you wuz down with this clickBut you chose otherwise so you a clown to this clickAnd in the streets nigga you get nothing but frowns from this clickAnd we done covered all sides of this country lil bitchSo if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah rightYou`ll be like my nigga Nas and all you`ll have is one mic (all I need is one mic)[DJ Paul talking]Yeah this for all you muthafuckin hoesIf you ever wanna know the muthafuckin truthIt`s in yo face, bitchTrying to use our muthafuckin name to come upYou aint muthafuckin Hypnotize Minds you bitch, you niggaAnd don`t be trying to memorize the faces on the muthafuckin videosCuz them ain`t the niggas that`s gone come to your muthafuckin den niggaWhere my muthafuckin killas at niggaYeah nigga, where they at![Crunchy Blac]Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this bitchFor all you niggas that said I can`t rapNigga I don`t rap anyways, nigga I rob[DJ Paul]Yeah bitch ass niggaBitch-made hoes[La Chat]Hypnotize CampDick ridin bitchesAnd nigga fuck ya`ll bitches[DJ Paul]And for all you hoes we`ll stomp you muthafuckas short niggaCouldn`t handle the heat get the fuck up out the kitchen type niggasShit get thicker for a weak nigga hoe{*talking and yelling till end*}