Vertaling: Koning Tee. Tyd om uit te klim.
(& King Tee)] Stop fighting and come together as one (It's time to get out) Unity is what we need, get your job done [VERSE 2: King Tee] Now you're
They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? I'm like ooh Kimosabe
spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate
They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? I'm like oh Kimosabe, your body is
back down from shit I was small as a bitch I ain't back down from wick I slung eye with every time grinding till I shine Dickies and tee's till I made
They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? Yeah, man I'm like woh Kimosabe Your
What?s up? What?s up? Yeah Yeah, comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head I'll bring out
Rover And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over But I'ma keep it OG, and pull out the slab So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to
just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phony Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty They shootin
, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay it's T.I.P man, king of the south Rubber band man, boing with my 4 112 Letting all those suckers for Lord know man Keep you girl out
we choppin it up got the henny in da cup clean white tee tucked and i aint givin it a f*** king diamonds for the wify,15 karats for da soulja truck blow
the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap And get your niggas off
all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin shit When the music go on, y'all listen to this alright? ] Verse one: prince rakeem/ryzarector Let's get
a key Thinkin' major, knowin' all the time I need to save ya; the anger I thank the feds for playin' on my pager! Huh, but in still I smash out without
givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the caddy Aw shit, fire spits out
1 ------ Yeah.... Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the
birdy Fly like a Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them Damn, how you supposed to see the time
