| It’s your boy King Kong
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| Willie the Kid
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| ECP, nigga
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| Crooked I, what up my nigga?
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| Yeah
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| See I’mma section eight baby, comin' up I had to scrap hard
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| No American Express, just a EBT snap card
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| Dropped out, I was sick of school, I just wanna stack large
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| Then I dropped a jacuzzi and swimmin' pool in my back yard
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| Long Beach to Liverpool, I’m smokin' the Church Hill
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| Thinkin' about the days I was raised because it hurts still
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| This is like the Bible and Quran, every verse real
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| I ain’t talkin' breakfast when I say I seen my first meal
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| Y’all rappin' prima donnas can’t see me and G and
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| We piranhas
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| I can get a from Tijuana
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| Catch me in the heated suana with a sippin' jalatas
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| If I’m speakin' dollars and commas, you gotta beat it, momma
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| I’m just a nigga from a broken home who hold his own
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| Talkin' cold on burned out mobile phones and totin' chrome
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| With the thieves and the bandits, can you please understand it? |
| King Crooked,
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| I own the deed to this planet
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| The world is mine, ya dig?
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| La-da-da
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| Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shopping,
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| chocolate syrup, the whole nine
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| All mine, all mine, all mine
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| Shouldda known the world was mine, the words across the lot so I can touch a
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| gold mine
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| All mine, all mine, all mine
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| G on that old school vibe, nigga, like Morris
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| Panamera Porsches blind like Farrah Fawcett
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| Silky pleasure palace all in my
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| thing on niggas like
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| Like in Vegas, I walk away with the
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| Sugar Hill, nigga couldda filled
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| He in position like diagrams and karate charts
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| Cuban cigars, Ménage à trois, and body sparks
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| My bottle momma got body parts like she Dolly Part'
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| Victoria Crown car parked in the rally cars
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| Shit even matter, my diamonds shine in the cloudy parts
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| It’s team Crooked I, bullets fly,
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| The world is mines, crazy he got that heart of
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| So follow that, holler back, we on that dollar chase
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| Some wildin' states niggas laid back on a pile of cake
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| And any be a on a balance tray
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| The world is mine, ya dig?
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| La-da-da
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| Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shopping,
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| chocolate syrup, the whole nine
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| All mine, all mine, all mine
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| Shouldda known the world was mine, the words across the lot so I can touch a
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| gold mine
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| All mine, all mine, all mine
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| Lullabies, double lives, then it squeeze four-fives
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| Them lemon soda, Promethazine niggas
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| Told 'em to hold my niggas shinin'
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| GS been to VS Diamonds, coppin' no consignment
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| When sendin' money for commissary my niggas committed
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| Catch a body in Sarasotam, convicted
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| Forever young,, crackin' the stroller
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| Diaper bag blood money, scrub it like a loofah
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| For European loafers and loose bitches with tight pussy, I bend 'em over
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| Send some bottles over
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| Let’s make a toast to hood legends who dead and gone
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| So get the money be gone, don’t overstay your welcome
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| Fuck stuntin', I overspend
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| They can’t stand to see a nigga workin' his plan
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| I planned to put plenty people in position to get it
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| Pile of plush furcoats, the winter time is so frigid
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| Countin' digits in the blizzard, get it how you live it
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| Yeah
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| La-da-da
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| Shouldda known the world was mine with all this dough and all this shopping,
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| chocolate syrup, the whole nine
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| All mine, all mine, all mine
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| Shouldda known the world was mine, the words across the lot so I can touch a
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| gold mine
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| All mine, all mine, all mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World Is Mine , by - Kool G Rap. Song from the album Return of the Don, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп