歌詞:
King B Playing With My Friends

stove We'll all get in there cookin', then we'll throw open all the doors Playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends, playin' with my friends We'll have a good time, playin' with my friends

your house [Verse: Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-10 I'm the king of the ghetto

- Verse 1] And I'm born with my dick in the earth, you can tell me how much am I worth I'ma die with my heart on my sleeve, many die on their hands and

down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know Ia??m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my

blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self, we dont even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door

with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king Get down with the king, king Two years ago

one of my questions, please/ That's why we at the hotel, respect the presidential suite/ Eatin' up all of my strawberries, drinkin' up all of my good Belvi/ With

turned left and there you stood You and your friends, talking But when our eyes connect, I knew then It was just like two ways un-beamed I'm your king, be my

impeachin nautilus, substitution, mardi gras Hot nickel is back from filing at the shark bar Fuck the shah, bringin it to you live after dark Ask the psychic friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends Kings