Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Kutt, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Kutt |
| I’m coming straight outta Compton |
| You niggas need to hear it more often |
| I’m royal, that mean I ain’t get here for taking no losses |
| These rappers in my city need to quit the fuck-talking |
| When half of you niggas never traveled further than Joplin |
| I’m the formula, all of you niggas dying to taste me |
| Talked about Tech, but give up and left, I’d have replaced me |
| If you could, but ain’t a nigga in town that faze me |
| Got Papa, Rittz, or anybody you niggas did lately |
| I annihilate beats, read the minds of a feature |
| A handkerchief, knife and fork and a glass of wine when I eat ‘em |
| No monkey business but I cannot deny I’m the Caesar |
| I’m the only chief so how you gon' say I ain’t the king then? |
| Either with me or against me, I’m the hardest, in short (???) |
| Regardless, got no pity for artists who don’t feel me |
| Kutt Calhoun, make ‘em remember the name |
| I’m the bolder nigga, plus I was the coldest at |
| I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
| King, King Kutt |
| King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
| King, Kutt, King Kutt |
| Down with the king (King Kutt) |
| King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
| We got the street, suckas |
| Can you dig it? |
| I’m the artist these feminine-assed artists ain’t seen since |
| Straight Outta Compton, meaning you niggas ain’t seen shit |
| Y’all too busy shaking ass and getting dressed by a seamstress |
| Young Thugging? |
| You niggas walk around dingaling-less |
| Yeah I said it, Sway in the Morning, Shade 45 |
| 97 The Beat, and Breakfast Club with Charlamagne God |
| Need to hear it, ‘cause ain’t nobody addressing the problem |
| When (???) was making sense, but when the sense is uncommon |
| Time to pause— these niggas selling their lives for attention |
| Not to mention you people willing to buy if you listen |
| Got your sons walking around, dancing, dressing like bitches |
| I tried to stomach it, but I couldn’t fathom the sickness |
| Like divine intervention, I’ma stop with the sauce |
| Step in and lay down the law, and teach them how to be raw |
| A miracle in your presence here to reckon with all |
| Rich Homie Quan, you’re cool but the rest of us all |
| I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
| King, King Kutt |
| King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
| King, Kutt, King Kutt |
| Down with the king (King Kutt) |
| King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
| We got the street, suckas |
| Can you dig it? |
| Never would I let an R&B nigga body me |
| Or Lauryn Hill me, our Breezy is killing ‘em softly |
| Saw street niggas focused on a chick, it’s camaraderie |
| And let ‘em have it, plus the radio stations corroborate |
| Spinning in rotation like an everyday hit |
| Your reputation sinking faster than an old battleship |
| Don’t hate me, I just be what these streets need |
| And my knees get so weak when streets show weakness |
| Raw, competition, that’s my hobby and job |
| To kill niggas, the lyrical sense and not like the cops do |
| Show on up in your dream just to remind that I got you |
| Like Freddy from Elm Street but won’t be wearing the costume |
| And I cut like Calhoun, they drop to their knees, it’s |
| Niggas bowing like they witnessed the coming of Jesus |
| No Hail Marys, confessions couldn’t save you from me, just |
| A basket under your head for when the king guillotines it |
| I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
| King, King Kutt |
| King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
| King, Kutt, King Kutt |
| Down with the king (King Kutt) |
| King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
| We got the street, suckas |
| Can you dig it? |
| Black Gold is a dynasty, got it up and it’s running |
| Like a Cosby plaintiff, I’m the nigga you never saw coming |
| Independent, dependable, with a bus full of gunners |
| Sniping everything in your sight, your favorite label’s most wanted |
| Ain’t no surprise, I did it on my lonely, regardless |
| The same reason I’m here is how a nigga first started |
| From the bottom, I ate my way to the top— when you’re starving |
| You eat ‘til your belly big, now that’s a well-rounded artist |
| Still hungry, and niggas looking like filet mignon |
| And you’re lying if you’re saying that you don’t feel it, be gone |
| Yes, a lot of y’all’d rather listen to silliness from |
| What you hear on the day-to-day but I’m as real as they come |
| ‘Cause I’m cold, way colder than Celsius, stay frozen to death and this |
| Mean Melvin is Kelvin and can’t nobody contest with it |
| Unless they dumb, drunken to death |
| Either way it’s probably a tactic just to market theyself |
| Ain’t no denying |
| I’m a bad motherfucker (King Kutt) |
| King, King Kutt |
| King Kutt, Kutt, King Kutt |
| King, Kutt, King Kutt |
| Down with the king (King Kutt) |
| King Kutt, King Kutt (Black gold) |
| We got the street, suckas |
| Can you dig it? |
| So now that you’ve heard the record |
| What the fuck you gon' do about it, bitch? |