Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King, artist - Slick Rick. Album song The Ruler's Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
King |
Is there a party over here, wit no guns and knives gettin in |
Now let and best, get sweat the life threatnin |
Nettin is suggestin, guest do the restin |
Mic test, kiss BLS, who the best then? |
Cuz when I appear wit hoes off a chair wit |
Stare wit, I’m talkin bout a party over here wit |
Main wreckon, girls be checkin, could be neckin |
To respect and to remember every one of y’all a second to |
Relaxin, gonna be fraction, affraction, attraction |
You don’t wanna see action, I ask then |
Screw, cuz you don’t what the Rico do |
Giggle to and as you can see a butt wiggle to |
Fried and spin my bride and move your hide in |
Nuttin but a jammy on my side and |
So cling on brother’s arm I’m thin |
I’m wonderin, should I begin to kick ya mind in ching |
Cuz I’m King |
If ya forgot who was the man I’ll stand and live kid |
You will be bouncin up and down cuz I’m a grand individual |
Shit you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear |
To where you no where near to |
And could never dream, run horse for Debra and |
Clever trap a hook and screamin on yours forever and |
Town to town wit the B-Boys sounds |
That has the Ruler Rick announce, which ammounts to bounce to |
Classin, still hum the lassin, smash jewelry have like |
Kids from the Bassin, cuz bodies lay about |
Respect you better pay about |
Obey about, cuz Ricky isin’t sweatin what you say about |
Hum on the clause, silent jay younger boy |
Rap bein strong, cuz see this is violence ya hunger for |
So cling those on them cling, I’m wonderin |
Should I begin to kick ya mind to ching, cuz I’m King |
Like Ceaser, I wanna chill ho on knees for |
Please for, breeze, why money grow on trees for |
Ten to play, I’m poppin willie on the way in |
To K, the Rick could make a milly in a day in |
Kid shot, cuz we on the boy’s hot |
Cuz the part don’t start that’s killin noise fart cuz |
Strive kid, go for the nicest |
One for the trife shit, run for ya lifest |
As I scrape hoes, graspin to shape up |
Clothes drape, tell me why you blastin the tape up |
And up high to, as you boyfriend tried to be |
Hoes fly to Vance Wright, tearin inside of me |
Sonya, sweat so I bone ya |
Let nobody clone ya, and get what I own ya |
So hoes cling, those aren’t I’m thin |
I’m wonderin should I bring to kick ya mind to ching |
Cuz I’m King |