No matter who you vote for The government always win. It's time to empower yourself When this sinks in. And they're... Taking over. Taking over. Taking over
Traduzione: The King Blues. Taking Over.
edit, now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it)
machine King Koopa We off this Nawfside of Houston We just wanna put it down for all the thugsters And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty
shower fun and mommies Madame cliche generation Agnostic front It ate the nifty fate, the 1958 before the New-New Testament approved altar-boy fistic rape And "take
(No suckers) [VERSE 1] I leapt over giants beats, did death-defying feats With the underground sound that keep supplyin the streets The fiends form
stuff, you can't trust for 30 days I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs And while I'm inside, I take in stride Livin in prison, stool
collide on me Want beef damn right Can rely on me To ring the campbell like Naiomi Just do that girl And take it on easy Take it all oiled up And all
trigger on a chopper mayne Just shine my rangs and fat chains Threw on my shades like Johnny Fontane Dip through the waves that I made on a boat Fillmoe City, baby king
na na na I know these ain't common topics that make up a song I know a lot of cats will end up taking it wrong Rodney said to get along, it's taking
to practice your fris with Need a few weeks before you can compete with Razor ramone flow o' so sharp You can take a palsky I'm a take lark on my go-kart
one is gonna gimme some cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru I take 'em two at a time, make 'em
down Let me see if you can impress a nigga from uptown Bitch stop stuntin, won't ya break a nigga off Bitch stop stuntin, gon take it all off Bitch stop
grab her buns We'll loose control, but we'll keep it clean She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans New or faded, we want 'em tight Take the
s a true fact... BULLSHIT! Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT! Yo, I'll call you right back... BULLSHIT! [Verse Two: J-Ro, King Tee] Baby don't take
called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King
