Floating in the lower nine Waiting for a boat to throw me a line See my Stella smile Sitting on the roof eating alligator pie First day the water rise
The thing I like about you Is the way you The way that you do The thing I like about you God and the devil alone Could not have made you up The two
Baby I'll be your soldier. Gladly, I'll do your bidding Just a taste of what you're holding, for just a taste you could own me...me. Save your sermons
If I'm a ticking time bomb Waiting to blow my top No one would ever know Not until I blew up No one would believe it He was such a normal man Shake their
I saw a man on the side of the road with a sign that read 'will work for food' Tried to look busy, 'til the light turned green I saw a bear on TV
Our maker and merciful king Our creator, our redeemer Our maker and merciful king Who is like you, O, God? Who is like you, O, God? Merciful king You
s against the ropes I can feel it mm.. I'm the worlds greatest I am a giant, I am an eagle, oh I am a lion, down in the jungle I am a marchin' band,
Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's go and no one else Rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon Still king
Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka punk cop Move like a king when I
outlets Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie's nest Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath Black guillotines, banded like King
but I will never say that no more I got my mind, right money right Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back Had the rubber band stacks in the button king
Shorty, get ready for me, lay up on my king size bed Let me rock ya, let me rock ya, like a rock, rock band Shorty, get ready for me, lay up on my king
head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with his nine on line With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin
I still remember this moment In the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the
't sleep at night, mm. A D A D God please save his soul; he was the king of rock and roll
This must be Christmas, must be tonight A shepherd on the hillside, went over my flock I bide On a cold winter night, a band of Angels sing In a dream
woods Go back go back go back to your woods Carry a torch and an old stiletto The sound of thunder all over the ghetto One-eyed jacks and king with
to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king