to turn the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new
the beat off for this You talkin bout you a 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking
beat off for this. You talkin' bout you a 80s baby, you 37 years old. You was born in 1968, and I open the daily news, how's the king of New York
out fuckin new r and b bitches I know at least 3 chics I get for they g bricks Turn they little ass out shine up on they remix Drivin in they B6 all decked
[Chrous] (Don't say a word) just let me get mines (Don't say a word) just relax and recline (Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines (Don't say a
another Hennessy)... Behold my life, a DJ since '83 "Eric B is President" made me wanna MC Made me wanna be the D to the E Crowned 310 King, of Los Angeles
[Verse 1] Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So
Nah B, yo check this out B, it's about to get real serious That faggot-ass nigga Knife has been dissin my pieces (Knife) No doubt (Aww shit, that kid from All City Kings
G off just like my name was Eddo Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Wetto White kids call me king of this B-boy thing If it's broke then fix it,
one your givin your love and I wanna be the one your kissin and huggin I wanna be the one you dream of all night Let me be the one Ggggg g king 80's
evil in you It's amazing what evil people will do To get the chance to dance and swing with the king Shine without the bling bling But B-Boys can't understand
somthin 16 he was stuntin Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit lakeshore girls go all crazy Hit the freeway go at least bout 80 Boned so much that
in Thyland But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
the mercy you'll beg After you're stomped out by junior regs Try to make it Uptown, I don't know why You'll be stopped in the '80s by the D.B.I. And
ll trick him Flip the coin, make him a Gas Face victim! [Outro] Yeah, once again That's how we kicks it, for 80-deca Yeah, guess the B-Side wins it,
to bust a child Big ol snappy happy rappers smile like Gomer Pyle Hell, I'm ringin bells with a ding-dong I play you like ping-pong You swingin on my ding-a-long King