clear as day But it quickly turned to mud It stuck to him like glue What can anybody do For the little king For the little king Now the little king
Vertaling: Squeeze. Klein Koning.
, and wild There must be somethin' in the water Sippin' gin and juice Layin' underneath the palm trees (Undone) The boys break their necks Tryin' to creep a little
wild There must be somethin' in the water Sippin' gin and juice Layin' underneath the palm trees (Undone) The boys Break their necks Try'na creep a little
you getting the drip Drip the little grip, I could cover the order When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little
wild, There must be something in the water! Sippin' gin 'n' juice, Laying underneath the palm trees! The boys, break their necks, try'na creep a little
i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop
M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now So lean back - lean back (Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the track
single My simple task is to make you shake that ass On the quick fast, and to make it last It's just three men at chung king getting busy We've come
I slang my drugs after school She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me A little closer
Our defence apply the best Rock the A.V.X. cock pit cover my chest Yo, they bag Palm, L.Murder everybody Doe Boy, Real Ral, Nitty and Montey Lebannon, Little Worm dun, Little
, go holla at my boy Damon All my ***, throw your dubs up If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop Let them
the grass With his dick in his ass Unless there was more But you won't recall Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up On some little kids balls What you consider
a Kennedy Ecstasy, Hennessy and a lemon squeeze You niggaz finna be put on obituaries and white tees, that's misery Rome to Italy, ridin on chrome literally Yuk Godzilla, King
your god damn cap peeled Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze
down, ask around Nobody say nuttin' 'cause they know they gon' get gatted down music That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King
Ha yeah, Triple C CMB, nigga Poe boy, boss what it is, nigga? Birdman, what up? The goons to be king How you love that pussy, nigga? Yeah, blood money
in you like a mack truck What's love got to do with this? Get butt naked as I squeeze on your ass and grab your tits Shit just call me Mr. King Kong With
