and get on the floor N now the king is back And I'm a show you how it goes [Chorus:] If ya girls get on the floor Betcha I can make lil mama get *LOW
I Came Into this Game Without A Boss Ummm, And Im eatin Good So i Just Gotta Floss And, And, And I Spent Your Advance Just on My Adumar Im here Today
, put my game plan in action ways to make it happen, to days to get the jack-son once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums count my funds, I
my lead Save your breath for crownin' me King of N.Y. I'm the one and only godfather, one through three Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects Forgettin' I
Yeah) "Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back" (Come on) Aye yo, remy pop but I'm hot like an out of state spot And anybody think I'm not, you
jack I let 'em know, how this real nigga polly that I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at? They
I'm a natural born winner nigga New York mines Everybody getting money but I cop the first 6 Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch Yeah I let you
you couldn't pull me Now blow the douja with this type of shit I'm writing I'm smoking hash ready to clash like the titans Unforgettable like Natalie's remix of her father song I
gon' suck the sleeve off my tip I get the right words in straight up in this till the juices diminish then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim Lights blur
Well I'ma swing it like a king and just doin my thing And I've macked around the world But I'd turn around and lay the game down if you said you'd be
rap guy No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about But I will find time to knock your favorite rapper out And I'm a [Chorus 2X: Murs]
milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming "stack
is tall New York like Stoudemire You think your hot, well I'm on fire The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it If a new car drops, then I'm tryna buy it
you might think that I'm a dummy But while you're out at the spot I'm home chilling with your honey I kicks flavor Like Steven King I write the horror
You dirty rat, I'm not a welcome mat I got another lover, and I know he cares So smile child, but keep your crocodile tears Go ahead, go, go boy! I'm
was dark I had the fame, but my name was missin' the art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my I's, barely catchin' my Z
I'm the bloods to what Pac was to thugs What Snoop is to crips I'm the California king Let it be known, I reign Supreme like Kenneth McGriff Reincarnated
everday it's getting my arms swole my swagg is outta space similar to a warmhole dunkin on the game like Stephon Marbury I gotta red Aston Martin i call