Can I be your doctor I know you like that ma [Chorus:] Baby girl it time for a new start Your suffering with a broken heart I can be your doctor [x4
up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king
could change our last name, wats happinen. Cus u look so good, Tell me y u wanna work here, put u on the front page of a king magazine, But u gone
[Intro:] Aw man, yea You ever be in the club man, you get in a fight And people that you don't even know jump in? [Verse 1:] You feel like you wanna
blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king
2 bottles of lupiderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought And you want a Mйnage а trois you twats Fuck that i’d rather turn this club to a ballroom
say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem (Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? (Whattup Snoop?) The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the King
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, colorado, wud up mother fucker, 303, new shit, what place, yeah, yeah, take a leaver, 303, king the strong man, call
close to the jibby i see no no No disrespect but this gal upon another level wanna cut the check [Oh] Tell king max stop the press Say king can i
next best ting So it is logical to do some investin, fi mek music wid dem and mi bedspring Outta mi life mi nuh leff dem no way king, cau too much
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow Stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick
Dumb-stupid, or stupid-dumb, either one you dont have a clue Voice perfect for CNN but knew Larry King wouldn't hear it through Bill O'Reily's an
fire) Name that's runnin the game (hmmm) Name that's runnin the game (they want that fire) You know I got that fire baby Hakeem (hmmm), King Koopa baby
the whole thang My work pure since you want to talk blow man I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast [Chorus
[Intro] Its your boy chingy Representin the king G.I.B. git it boys Stop hatin' derrty And maybe you can get some in your life playa [chorus] Niggaz
gotta Benz & Jag Both sittin on chrome Mags Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy? All I need is one night, just to hit it boy After the club we
top piece, suburb mart, ya not street I know fools from Wilson that'll whack ya, ya got beef Used to go to Skate King back when bangin was in And if the
In your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club
