stop clock is on We got it poppin' in the meat market Chicks take a seat, park it By the bar so they can meet the Vick With deep pockets And them dudes by
zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen Here we go, here we here we here
Walking through the bricks on my Jena Six shit Like if you ain't from around here, you was getting hit Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by
send in Got caught, out of town, lookin at a dime So you wanna give other niggaz ya time And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way before you can By
we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto
find us in Texas Never gon leave, cause we love Texas Everything big, up in Texas By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas [Bun B] It's Big Bun king
't count my nigga ask Brandy [Prevail (Chorus x2)] Full house, royal flush, what you holdin'? You'll be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen Queens get jacked by the King
we want to say the right way Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire
off the wall Dance, come on Dance, come on Dance, come on Notorious K.I.M. J.M., come on [Incomprehensible], come on B.I.G. come on, forever come on Come on Come
Victoria Secrets, lingerie I loves to freak shit Dim the lights, sex all through the night King sized beds, satin sheets gettin' right Wear you out, leave my number by
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
raw I hang with the rich and I work for the poor Now tomorrow you can say you saw Krs-one stompin' once more I play by ear, I love to steer The alfa romeo from here
forty-five in my dresser drawer Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' And bruise by the case Slap
' game full blast How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles Jansport bookbags an' bags from Chanel? It's Seebeeaki smellin' up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace, all them joints by
me and Wop rock the set B.K. to B.X. straight lockin' it (Yeah) All y'all other DJ's be poppin' shit But when we come around the way I do the opposite
Tech9, here in the mix Here in the mix with your boyfriend, baby Bobby Bang and his death time for the hot ninety nine With Tech 9 featuring Shawnna '
to surround me And one by one I'll light y'all up and send ya asses to king's county Solo pro-morgue supplier, ya want a nigga bang Fuck Spenser, 'bazz