翻訳: キングジャスト. 今のまま.
we do this shit [Chorus x2: All] Niggas better move, niggas better get back Niggas better move, don't fake no jacks (Leave Now!) [King Just] I come
They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? They call me King Hov, capisce? I'm like ooh Kimosabe
I said I'm done enough of your love Darlin' ain't no feelin' left, it's just the killin' Oh! Just grab my gun and let's go out Just grab my gun and
dope in each and every record store I'm the king pin when the wax spins Crack or smack will take you to a sure end You don't need it,just throw that stuff
I don't wear it no more... [King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me
loud Just throw me a fastball, smoke from the mound We?re gonna end this thing in just one swing I?m gonna knock one out, I?m gonna knock one out Now
Hey, grand hustler, homie Yeah, it's the king, partner You know I couldn't leave you Without hollerin' at you one more time right, baby Okay, man, go
it come and get it now Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up And the twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin' up cheddar with
was on the Peter Pan bus You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin' with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin'
a Kit Kat Tell them cat bless me to impress me Best leave or get wet like a jet ski Overseas, where you catch me And when they holler King, nigga, they
your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. [Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit" Now
They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? I'm like oh Kimosabe, your body is
the king like Prince Charles child Yeah, yeah and there ain't nobody fresher Semester to semester, ravin' with the fresher's 20 light bulbs around my table on my dresser ClC Kompressor, just
just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole. II. Total
What you wanna do with me, King Powder flow untouchable If you don't believe, then homie you sniff me The scent's still trapped in my clothes And I just
ass crack Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff I'm Jesus pops, Mary just blame Joseph You should see her drink the semen She suck a mean one Leaving
you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back Now, I may not be a lady
