Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4 Kings , by - Young Buck. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 Kings |
| I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers |
| Holla «WOOPT, WOOPT» homie if you see them laws |
| I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers |
| Holla «WOOPT, WOOPT» homie if you see them laws |
| I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) |
| Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get |
| it) |
| I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do) |
| Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get |
| it) |
| I’m in the Porsche no passenger |
| Feeling like a filthy rich drug trafficker |
| See didn’t nobody give me shit I got my ass on that interstate |
| Made sure my mama had food on that dinner plate |
| You not a boss if you ain’t never took a loss |
| Some birds never landed but at least I didn’t get caught |
| We don’t even use scales, niggas break off a brick |
| Whatever over is yours homie, just take it and git! |
| They gave Big Paul life, but I ain’t thinking about stopping |
| Cuz soon as he tried to quit |
| That’s when the feds came, got him |
| Ain’t nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine |
| I’m still paranoid though from what I left behind |
| Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now |
| Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now |
| Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap |
| You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat |
| YEAHH |
| Hey |
| Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pyrex |
| That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain’t even came by yet |
| Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain’t even high yet |
| Spent 4 G’s or more, I ain’t even fly yet |
| Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin' |
| They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin' |
| Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin' |
| Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin' |
| Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women |
| In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions |
| Like me at 13, out in no supervision |
| Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin' |
| Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block |
| Keep the hatin' to yourself, cause that AK be on the block |
| Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop |
| Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top |
| Let’s go |
| 1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow |
| Mr. 17.5, ya damn right it’s gon' snow |
| Told y’all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so |
| Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O |
| Ain’t nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True) |
| Alleyoop nigga, all you gotta do is score |
| I turn the brick into a label, nigga I’m a boss |
| Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain’t even gotta floss (Haha) |
| Sold two million records, and half a million O’s (Damn) |
| Add it all up, it’s 'bout a billion rocks |
| You can’t be serious, you niggas ain’t fo' real |
| Just my ears alone, is like a quarter mil' (That's right) |
| Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup) |
| I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it |
| Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash |
| Now that’s Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass |
| Wassup |