nose clean is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen I think Im in the (?) I see lo green sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings (no kings, no kings
If you're really that down then act what you say KRS and Chuck need support today I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your wall Only difference
Klingons Close encounter of the three kinds You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul I
[Hook - 4x] From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain
some money g down south on the south side where carseats is super-soft if u trill we can conversate if u aint ill blow ya off from me the king of the
extremely close, he sold coats and minks Had trays put in toilets and sinks Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway Came home blown, the thorough kings
show on earth! ha From the TV screen, to ya CD decks, to ya ipods, ya mp3 We the best, number one! Que, will, rob, mike, Brian day26 (Robert): Hey my
Who?s gonna fill their shoes?. (That?s what I need help about) Down in the delta?.Old sun house Hard luck and trouble what he was singing about Robert
WITH BILLY GRAY WRITERS BILLY GRAY, CHUCK HARDING, MARTY ROBERTS, MARK THOMPSON You've got the clothes and everything to make you look Just like a king
James knew how to throw a party (Smoke some weed) Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech and Chong Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong Ricky Williams
Home At Last Little Willie John (John Mertis Jr.) Recorded NYC Sep 20, 1995 King Single #4841 R&B Chart #5 1955 With Robert 'Bubber' Johnson-piano, Mickey
Vogue on Parade Red eye shadow Green mascara (Yuck!) She's too much She looks like she don't know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert
worried about her man I heard the story as it was passed down About guts and glory and rebel stands Four generations, a whole lot has changed Robert E. Lee, Martin Luther King
, I'm just hating on your rules Like a young 50, I'm on my world tour Good morning Singapore, I'm bringing the sun wit me From the Robert Taylor homes
turnaround jumper Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers You know where it's going, it's going down yo This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown though I call him King
heads and alien flavors this being a giftshop an electronics tent sale over here in seats folded warmly I like it out there the timeclock kills must be the iron wills of future kings
we can see them Look at them go! Well I soaked up a little fire and grease In the name of peace And fats grabbed Applehead From his king size waterbed
my floor every day Simple and slow It grows And ... now he's stumblin' in his buckskin We're rootin' for a suicide He's a boy-king, but he's a bastard