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"I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king" - |
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Run-D.M.C. [x4] [Slick Rick] |
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Is there a party over here, wit no guns and knives gettin in |
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Now let and best, get sweat the life threatnin |
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Nettin is suggestin, guest do the restin |
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Mic test, kiss |
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BLS, who the best then? |
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Cuz when I appear wit hoes off a chair wit |
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Stare wit, |
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I'm talkin bout a party over here wit |
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Main wreckon, girls be checkin, could be neckin |
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To respect and to remember every one of y'all a second to |
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Relaxin, gonna be fraction, affraction, attraction |
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You don't wanna see action, |
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I ask then |
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Screw, cuz you don't what the |
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Rico do Giggle to and as you can see a butt wiggle to |
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Fried and spin my bride and move your hide in |
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Nuttin but a jammy on my side and |
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So cling on brother's arm |
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I'm thin I'm wonderin, should |
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I begin to kick ya mind in ching |
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Cuz I'm King [various samples scratched up] [Slick Rick] |
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If ya forgot who was the man |
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I'll stand and live kid |
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You will be bouncin up and down cuz |
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I'm a grand individual |
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Shit you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear, to where you no where near to |
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And could never dream, run horse for |
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Debra and |
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Clever trap a hook and screamin on yours forever and |
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Town to town wit the |
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B-Boys sounds |
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That has the |
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Ruler Rick announce, which ammounts to bounce to |
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Classin, still hum the lassin, smash jewelry have like |
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Kids from the |
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Bassin, cuz bodies lay about respect you better pay about |
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Obey about, cuz |
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Ricky isin't sweatin what you say about |
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Hum on the clause, silent jay younger boy |
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Rap bein strong, cuz see this is violence ya hunger for |
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So cling those on them cling, |
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I'm wonderin |
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Should I begin to kick ya mind to ching, cuz |
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I'm King [various samples scratched up] [Slick Rick] |
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Like Ceaser, |
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I wanna chill ho on knees for |
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Please for, breeze, why money grow on trees for |
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Ten to play, |
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I'm poppin willie on the way in |
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To K, the |
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Rick could make a milly in a day in |
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Kid shot, cuz we on the boy's hot |
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Cuz the part don't start that's killin noise fart cuz |
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Strive kid, go for the nicest |
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One for the trife shit, run for ya lifest |
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As I scrape hoes, graspin to shape up |
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Clothes drape, tell me why you blastin the tape up |
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And up high to, as you boyfriend tried to be |
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Hoes fly to |
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Vance Wright, tearin inside of me |
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Sonya, sweat so |
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I bone ya |
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Let nobody clone ya, and get what |
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I own ya So hoes cling, those aren't |
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I'm thin I'm wonderin should |
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I bring to kick ya mind to ching |
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Cuz I'm King [various samples scratched up] |
