Übersetzung: The King Blues. Getting Out Of Here.
them idiots down there. So goodbye Piccadilly, And farewell Leicester Square. We've shared some special times, Now I'm getting out of here. Did you live out
in their nipples Wait There's been a slaughter here (Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground We're getting out of town
riding with the king? Riding with the king. Don't you know we're riding with the king? A tuxedo and shiny 335. You can see it in his face, the blue never
Yeah) I know what you thinking (Yeah) Who the hell is that (Yeah) You in the club minding ya own business (Yeah) And out of nowhere you here this (Yeah
t my fault I acted out of self-defense He killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had
you hear these rappers out here usin my flow they need snoop on their song to make their shit official though In this missimissible releasing niggas modern day king
rock it with respect I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old
when we were kings Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (Hey yo we rob them blue collars) Killing
Marlboro man Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men Where you learned how to kiss and cuss, and fight too Better watch out for the boys in blue And all this
sex But now he's getting down with the DVX Excuse me fellas, am I to understand That Carlos Santana has made a champagne? That's right mother fucker, here
I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues Ooh, got the bad weed blues [Bizzy] You ain't going tell me ain't no sticky in this whole f**king city Where's
People keep on getting sick And a nickel's not worth a cent Wickedness and greed abound Just as peace is gaining ground It shatters Hate is here to
It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense, he killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead
flat next up get a black hoodie n a hat livin in the big brothers camera view keep i eye out 4 the boys in blue. straight 5 years gettin caught thats
(?) I see lo green sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings (no kings, no kings) [J. Cole Hook] Come with me, Run quick see, what do we have here
bomber Here it is, I'm heaven sent, living in hell All seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watching Out for the death while the beats knocking Plot by the devil in a blue
Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip]