Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" - I`m the King
Royce Da 5`9" - I`m the King слова песни
What....wha...5`9! I`m the King!What...yeah...what, yo...[CHORUS]I`m-a rhyme til I can`t rhyme no moreBurn til I can`t burn no moreShine til there`s no shine no moreTil the earth can`t turn no moreUntil I`m 5`9 no nore (I`m the king!) (2x)Ya`ll niggaz is real cocky on the streetTil I drop you on ya kneesKnock you on ya feet, I`m like Rocky on the reachI rain while you hope to sustain dope in this gameSomethin` you can`t stop, you can only hope to containI can aim so I blaze my toolI got a name from usin` pocket change to pay my dues (niggaz know!)I`m sharp as a shank and about as soft as you thinkI`m hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drinkNiggaz is fast learners, you`re only as hot as the back burnerFrom mad rappers and clap burnersTalk to the foot thinkin` you realI`m starin` at the face of ya bill forgettin` how George Washington looksYou came to box a nigga that`s flat out dirtyJust name the spot and I`ll be there a half hour earlyI write for the purpose to express a viewA nigga that`s wack? You a nigga that I don`t like as a personCHORUS 2xI`m in shape to give you a quick whoopin`, hard asshole in the wallFrownin` up, niggaz thinkin` you sick cuz you sick lookin`I`m heated, an` I`m-a go to trial blowin` my triggersYa`ll niggaz ain`t rough, you need to smile more in ya picturesSplit somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bitThat bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebodyTop of the world, all that`s around you is beneath meMe learnin` from your mistakes is the only way you can teach meMo` thunder, cockin` big heatSo undergrounds niggaz wit` beef can get mo` under, 6 feetMan ya missles, I plan to dis youUnleash wit` about 30 punches before the first lands and hits youNiggaz I doubt ya`ll cuz I`m an outlawRight-handed, built wit` a left that can arm wrestle a southpawGun shine bright, (ya`ll niggaz?) ya`ll need to rhyme like 5`9Unsigned wit` hype... (King!)CHORUS 2x(scratches)I`m the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphoneI`m the kiiiiiiiing....no, no I ain`t jokin`I`m the kiiiiiiiing....that`s in command, that`s in commandI`m the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphoneI`m the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin` masterI`m the kiiiiiiiing....that`s in command, that`s in commandI`m the kiiiiiiiing....