Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The King, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 14.10.2009
Song language: English
The King |
| Killer, Jim Jones |
| My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight |
| , do it, Ma |
| (Hey lady) |
| I know you heard me in British rob |
| But I get you bracelets till ya wrist is throbbed |
| Just kissed the nob |
| And put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob |
| (Hey lady) |
| Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling |
| But I run the circus like ring-a-ling |
| I’m the king of things, and your man, he a homo |
| Like jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling |
| (Lady) |
| That’s life, hit 'em with the pow-ping |
| Pow, pow, 45 loud thing |
| Look wild thing, I do wild things |
| Make China stretch like Yoa Ming |
| (Hey lady) |
| Ching chong like a higher Chow Main |
| I buy lango ma, I don’t need a nickel, naw |
| Oh, you tickled, Ma? |
| 'Cause your nipples, huh |
| Commin' through your shirt, nearly ripped your bra |
| (Hey lady) |
| I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly’s |
| The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up, sing |
| (Hey) |
| And while you’re actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies |
| They way we hold up, Papi, hole up, Mami, roll up, sing |
| (Hey lady) |
| I know a school in work |
| But you need to schooled in work |
| Put my two to work, I feelin' your shoes, your purse |
| You get low on dough, the few the first |
| (Hey lady) |
| I don’t need you high like I’m high |
| But shit, I need you fly like I’m fly |
| Fresh, Louis Vuitton ankle |
| Pastel, Louis Vuitton rainbow |
| (Hey lady) |
| Threw on the Kango, threw on Durango’s |
| Not from the 'nati, but through on the Bengals |
| Moved on an angle, like a baler matador |
| The two gon' tango |
| (Hey lady) |
| Shake your body, Mami, move your body, hottie |
| It’s true on kamikaze, I’m movin' a Maserati |
| They all polly polly, voo, boy, dolly dolly |
| I don’t talk like the swolly, Mami |
| (Hey lady) |
| I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly’s |
| The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up, sing |
| (Hey) |
| And while you’re actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies |
| They way we hold up, Papi, hole up, Mami, roll up, sing |
| (Hey lady) |
| Lady, dry your panties |
| Damn, she wanna right her family |
| Tell 'em Nad, I’m a dyper dandy |
| And I got all type of candy |
| What’s that? |
| Victoria Secret |
| Here’s Lapearla, come, peep it |
| This lingerie that you could honor A |
| Wonder woman, woo, wee, go on play |
| Like Cam' watch, like Cam' ring |
| Like Cam' chain, like Cam' bling |
| Heard Cam' sing, if a damn fling |
| Goddamn mam', not a damn thing |
| (Hey lady) |
| I see the hate in your eyes, damn them boys is too fly’s |
| The way we roll up, rims all swoll up, ice all froze up, sing |
| (Hey lady) |
| And while you’re actin' surprised, like we dough sellin' pies |
| They way we hold up, Papi, hole up, Mami, roll up, sing |
| (Hey) |