Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Of The City, artist - XV. Album song Complex, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Radio Flyer, Royalty Recordz
Song language: English
King Of The City |
«A girl went back to Napoli |
Because she missed the scenery |
The native dances and the charming songs |
But wait a minute, something’s wrong |
Hey, mambo! |
Mambo italiano |
Hey, mambo! |
Mambo italiano |
Go, go, go you mixed up sicialiano |
All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy» |
Hey y’all oh |
The king of the city |
Yeah, you can’t catch up with me |
You better get busy |
Track after track they hear the name like,"Who is he?" |
Been dropping since '02 and you still seem to miss me |
2005 must have missed me |
Cause I’m hopping on this Mambo track attacking like a grizzly |
Back on 'em, mack on 'em, all black on 'em |
Gotham City, Vizzy, I let the bats swarm 'em |
Still talking slick but I warned him |
I’m the best |
Hail Mary’s to the chest |
Yes, we will mourn him |
If you got a beef, well I’m on him |
Black on him like a Raider |
The most well known dude in the city next to Rader |
Dennis, that is |
I’m a Menace in this |
I finished the gear |
They claim that he ending careers |
Tell me how you ending careers |
When yours hasn’t even started yet |
That problem is solved, bet |
«Hey Mambo!» |
The king of the city and you can’t catch up with me |
Once you see me I’m gone so |
(go go go go) |
All the ladies singing |
«All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy» |
I’m the Dub’s rapping Moses |
Add the closest |
The King of the city like Cove is |
Without the dope sales, none of my coke is |
The realist on this flow shit |
But let me take a second to get so braggadocios |
Ask around, listen to the songs, I’m a poet |
Mixed with a little Cris' and Dom and some Moet |
They all wanted mo' X, Vizzy with the chilly flows |
Still when I speak on a beat it’s halitosis |
Everybody want it if I opened up they noses |
Once they took a sniff, immediate over dosage |
You’ll know it when you hear it |
It’s a classic or I’m near it |
I did it to the death and now I’m fearless |
Hear this |
A rapper with a backpack on |
And a gat that’s drawn |
A social conscious, add that on |
That equals a complex mind that makes up Don |
I’ll let you other rappers make up songs |
You on your own |
«Hey Mambo!» |
The king of the city and you can’t catch up with me |
Once you see me I’m gone so |
(go go go go) |
All the ladies singing |
«All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy» |
Everybody ask, «Who gon' do it first? |
Who gon' put it on the map?» |
Everywhere I go, Wichita is gon' be on my back |
Dub K, Deuce One |
New York cats will tell ya |
Who took that Air Capital rhythm to Australia? |
Right hand over the chest, I won’t fail ya |
And I’m gonna bring the trophy home, I won’t mail ya |
Every rapper want to eat Vizzy for their lunch |
But I promise that y’all won’t beat Vizzy to the punch |
State the facts |
If you say my name it’s a wrap |
And I only said that, cause it’s all just a trap |
I’mma watch your lips flap, put my name in your raps |
While I run the track like track meets |
Build up plaques like bad teeth |
Ask, «Who brought the Dub in the building?» |
And I don’t care if I’m hurting your feelings |
I show love |
To y’all out there doing your thing |
But I rep Royalty Records so I gotta be king |
Ya heard? |
«Hey Mambo!» |
The king of the city and you can’t catch up with me |
Once you see me I’m gone so |
(go go go go) |
All the ladies singing |
«All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy» |