歌曲 | Tha Great |
歌手 | King Tee |
专辑 | Tha Triflin' Album |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(really like to rock the funky beats) --> chuck d | |
[ verse 1 ] | |
The majestic great from the head to the toes | |
I ain't in a gang, i'm in my favorite clothes | |
But i can scrap with any enemies or foes | |
Cause i'm champion, just ask all my hoes | |
Please don't push, or you wish that you didn't | |
We're goin toe to toe, and it ain't no kickin | |
My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin | |
So put up your dukes, you little half-priced chicken | |
Don't brother-brother me, cause i ain't your kin | |
I'm aimin for the end, and i'm off that gin | |
Tee came to separate boys from the men | |
If i see another dance step, i'm shootin for the chin | |
I sag when i stroll, cause i'm known as a hood | |
I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood | |
Hub city hangin, i love shootin fakes | |
So bitch, make way for king tee tha great | |
Come on (say yeah) | |
(check it out y'all | |
You don't stop | |
Keep on) --> big daddy kane | |
[ verse 2 ] | |
Back on the block i got juice with the gees | |
I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki's | |
Yeah, i got homies that be throwin up b's | |
And i got family that be throwin up c's | |
But to the o.g.'s it's all about paper | |
Let's sling these birds and gangbang later | |
I gotta be the great, cause ain't nobody greater | |
A obvious rhyme would be e-swift is on the fader | |
Since i'm out west i bought a holster for my glock | |
Sittin on the roof [censored] at the muthafuckin cops | |
And the fuckin bitches that's burnin in a cock | |
And lord forbid, don't let me see my pops | |
Cause it'll be a buck-buck, and another buck-buck | |
I don't give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck | |
No remorse, cause i love shootin fakes | |
So run, nigga, run, here comes king tee tha great |
really like to rock the funky beats chuck d | |
verse 1 | |
The majestic great from the head to the toes | |
I ain' t in a gang, i' m in my favorite clothes | |
But i can scrap with any enemies or foes | |
Cause i' m champion, just ask all my hoes | |
Please don' t push, or you wish that you didn' t | |
We' re goin toe to toe, and it ain' t no kickin | |
My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin | |
So put up your dukes, you little halfpriced chicken | |
Don' t brotherbrother me, cause i ain' t your kin | |
I' m aimin for the end, and i' m off that gin | |
Tee came to separate boys from the men | |
If i see another dance step, i' m shootin for the chin | |
I sag when i stroll, cause i' m known as a hood | |
I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood | |
Hub city hangin, i love shootin fakes | |
So bitch, make way for king tee tha great | |
Come on say yeah | |
check it out y' all | |
You don' t stop | |
Keep on big daddy kane | |
verse 2 | |
Back on the block i got juice with the gees | |
I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki' s | |
Yeah, i got homies that be throwin up b' s | |
And i got family that be throwin up c' s | |
But to the o. g.' s it' s all about paper | |
Let' s sling these birds and gangbang later | |
I gotta be the great, cause ain' t nobody greater | |
A obvious rhyme would be eswift is on the fader | |
Since i' m out west i bought a holster for my glock | |
Sittin on the roof censored at the muthafuckin cops | |
And the fuckin bitches that' s burnin in a cock | |
And lord forbid, don' t let me see my pops | |
Cause it' ll be a buckbuck, and another buckbuck | |
I don' t give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck | |
No remorse, cause i love shootin fakes | |
So run, nigga, run, here comes king tee tha great |
really like to rock the funky beats chuck d | |
verse 1 | |
The majestic great from the head to the toes | |
I ain' t in a gang, i' m in my favorite clothes | |
But i can scrap with any enemies or foes | |
Cause i' m champion, just ask all my hoes | |
Please don' t push, or you wish that you didn' t | |
We' re goin toe to toe, and it ain' t no kickin | |
My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin | |
So put up your dukes, you little halfpriced chicken | |
Don' t brotherbrother me, cause i ain' t your kin | |
I' m aimin for the end, and i' m off that gin | |
Tee came to separate boys from the men | |
If i see another dance step, i' m shootin for the chin | |
I sag when i stroll, cause i' m known as a hood | |
I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood | |
Hub city hangin, i love shootin fakes | |
So bitch, make way for king tee tha great | |
Come on say yeah | |
check it out y' all | |
You don' t stop | |
Keep on big daddy kane | |
verse 2 | |
Back on the block i got juice with the gees | |
I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki' s | |
Yeah, i got homies that be throwin up b' s | |
And i got family that be throwin up c' s | |
But to the o. g.' s it' s all about paper | |
Let' s sling these birds and gangbang later | |
I gotta be the great, cause ain' t nobody greater | |
A obvious rhyme would be eswift is on the fader | |
Since i' m out west i bought a holster for my glock | |
Sittin on the roof censored at the muthafuckin cops | |
And the fuckin bitches that' s burnin in a cock | |
And lord forbid, don' t let me see my pops | |
Cause it' ll be a buckbuck, and another buckbuck | |
I don' t give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck | |
No remorse, cause i love shootin fakes | |
So run, nigga, run, here comes king tee tha great |