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King B Blues We Like

(Instrumental)

'm a blow my stack See ya out the back Give me some room that I can breathe in Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard King of the lizard My mojo's risin' like

dark ink fingertips Used to speak the king's English But caught a rash on my lips So now my chat just like dis Long range from the base-line (switch) Move like

(so fresh) I check the rhyme like Quest Some jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock well The nail

I'm doin' fine, Obama for mankind We ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king

gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues

tah cock they straps we cock straps too And we blast on fools fuck you over We smoke niggaz too like Black Rob do We straight criminals fuck an interview J-Prince will ethnic cleanse like

game like (?) It's Gudda (Chorus) (Bun B) We up in Harlem on some rock Diddy poppin' in my Sean John Tryna send these young kings home like they Bron

we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto