(& King Tee)] Stop fighting and come together as one (It's time to get out) Unity is what we need, get your job done [VERSE 2: King Tee] Now you're
Traduzione: King Tee. Time To Get Out.
Ay Ay Ay Ay.. Ay, this T.I.P man King of the South Rubber Band Man Boing With my folks 112 Lettin all those Suckas for love know man Keep you girl out
msayin? Yo fuck that let me shout it out to all the homeboys coast II coast Turnin them forties upside down Big up to King Tee and Xzibit Big up to the
it. Pass it over here nigga, ha ha ha. Check it out, check it out. [J-Ro:] Yo, my name is J-Ro, I'm from the 8-1-8, straight Golden State All-time great
the grind so ya know I'm out here gettin mine. Like Curtis I'm a get rich or die tryin. I fell a few times, I never gave up, Got up, got a pat, get the
on the grind so ya know I'm out here gettin mine. Like Curtis I'm a get rich or die tryin. I fell a few times, I never gave up, Got up, got a pat, get
see we choppin it up got the henny in da cup Clean white tee tucked and I ain't givin it a fuck King diamonds for the wify, 15 karats for da soulja truck
girlfriends at She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back No sweat, I'll go out and get em Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em
I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U And you know what we came to do, bottoms up! [Chorus] [Verse Three: King Tee] When you hear screams, that means King Tee
the Rover And if I pull the Bentley Coupe out, then it's over But I'ma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain
Cham, please give me the time again Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them Damn! How you susposed to see the time when them M&
in effect) (Hear the drummer get wicked) (Compton's in effect) (Hear the drummer get wicked) (Compton's in effect Everyone is on the bandwagon) (Hear the drummer get
s right) I might sound funny out here But really, niggas get money out here And hey, everyday is sunny out here So listen, don't play dummy out here King
(feat. Sweet T, Iyoni J) [T:] Sweet Tee [J:] Iyoni J [B:] Both [Verse One:] [T:] Hello party people, my name is Sweet Tee And comin' to ya quite live
s like I'm locked up They let your man out Thought he got twenty, he didn't do any Now it's time to - carry our plan out Fuck the handout and the charity
dimes goin thru difficult time writin my life story in rhyme but when I look at all the niggas they hit with mad time in proportion with the big king
