Testi:
King Sun Get Down With Da Get Down

show you how a king get back his crown.. Choose a dream, spin the wheel Everything is gonna be your Spread your wings, down the hill Melt the sun and

speaking, So Solid fabulous Don't forget my niggas Double R. Mr AC Burrell, on ya tip. We show the streets together, how we get down How we do this

Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha With a dose of reality when I get witcha! Your homie...???????????????????? Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha! Let me take you down

in the sun with mi chocolate bun Oh I got a lover, but I might find another if I drink enough of tequila [Diana King] (Everyone, everywhere) [Bounty

t take the heat, get out the kitchen Christian cats are spittin? Christ with the mic on We ride through the dark with our high-beam lights on The whole camp might be social martyrs We preach with

This Bitch, Get Drunk In This Bitch, Get Drunk In This Bitch (Let's Go)(Eh) [x2] [Daddy X:] We Start The Day With a Little Splish-Splash, Some O.J, Vodka Chased With Some Kodiak, To Get Your Head Buzzin' With A Little Somethin'-Somethin', We Get

da baddest in da room, holla It's about that time, middle of the night Get it right when I give you the curtain call Probably out with your friends Actin

'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro I got flow Look, ain't nobody down-south wreckin' Flipper Got da brand-new Bentley with the inspection sticker Or I might be in da

they love you again Get away from me loniless Get away from me misery Get away from me fake shit, I can't take the phoniness Get away from me wack tracks