waiting for your call No matter how many times you have left me Whoah and you said you never really cared Oh I still love you I'm just waiting for your
I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, it's not a game, me B? I ain't playing
's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I aint got time to joke, joke you f-ck around, you could get your ass smoked look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing
like a car dealer Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up Is a waste of fake like a phony B
-hand like a car dealer Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up Is a waste of fake like a phony B
Bun B, the king of the kitchen I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching
like a subway Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way In a vocabulary scrimage But cursing in my village ain't good for my image So
breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your
so "Big Sound Thug" We can't wait to go to the club The heat on the dance floor My, Bentley, is already stoppin' at the door [Hard hittin'] Bitch, move your ass Call
your dreams can you see what we see Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king
for 6 joints holdin down this flat Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back but never that.... yo..Q-B
a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued up or flame
ass booger hanging out of your nose Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose Not one of your friends but one of your foes And spittin the wicked
your platnium (platnium) and your gold grillz homie same clothes 3 days and them guls still on me (yea) i roll wit romeo so they treat me like a king
could be bitchy Do your research before you down somebody else Get off your high horse Keyshia Cole, Get off your high horse Rakim, Get off your high horse Industry, Get off your
