Everyone's has had the blues at some time And been used, I ain't lying I've been used and abused And I've got the blues, blues, blues Over you Everyone
A yes yes y'all It's too fresh y'all A little b-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I
Days are shorter, nights are colder Feelin' like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot, my son got not evidently It's elementary
. Thunder thunder hot as fire it's the return of the three kings Zulu we're the gang bang empire (singsong) W.C. the C & B walker conduct the blue chucker
deep Ask B.B. King and Isaac Hayes on Bill Street I got the Memphis City Blues Ooo, I could feel it now The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping And everybody
A yes yes y'all, it's too fresh y'all A little B-boy blue You know it's too beucou I've been from New York to Cali Spent two days in the valley And I
You're ridin' with the blues Don't you know you're ridin' with King? Yes, yes, you're ridin' with the King I wanted to say B.B. King but you know King
bum bud Oh wait, here's a punk, pump the trunk 'Cuz it's a gang of jackers in the front smoking All the hump, some shit was said about blue and red
Maybach's 'Cause her project hall is smellin' like Ajax That's understandable but everybody relax Hate when folk get money and don't know how to act I'm a multi millionaire, homie that's
wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted
wass up? DJ Bobby B's an army for life, I love ya 'cause Remember, damn i can still remember sleepin on the couch, runnin ova to Lou's house Tryin to
I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****? Got his crew starving 'cause he aint the whole cake, ***** He ain't Nas, ain't B
heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ?? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ?? Now that's the
-- the posse's gettin' bigger, there's much too many freaks-- the muffler's draggin', my suspension's gettin' weak-- Now the posse's gettin' hungry, and Mix-a-Lot's
beige and light blue please Got the kid like watch your manners Since I came out of jail, it?s like the planet gone bananas Lack of strength a badder fella had
(feat. Loco S.A.B, Phalos Mode) [Eazy-E] Here's the latest from the king of badness I got the shit that makes niggaz wanna flip G'd up all better wit
(*talking*) This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckers Whoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this style It's here to stay, you with
heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ??? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ??? Now that's the
