room inside a box There is no room inside There is no room inside a box There is no room inside There is no room inside a box There is no room inside
Übersetzung: Kings X. A Box.
do it I got goons on call I'm a beast I'm a dawg you a bitch you a fraud I'm a ride I'm a G you a snitch you a fraud If you want it you can get it hit
the flow it can be sickening Only a few are chosen for the reckoning It's Rastafari's world that unno living in And it's a lion's jungle unno visiting
m Detroit's king nigga *skirt* BOW! Rock City's where niggaz pimp hoes and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls "Arms, and ya city's got
s eyebrows (where you at?) Climped out of a nice house, Through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, bitch!" Pull a nine out
there's a huge interference they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I
just like atlanta zoo (gucci) [Verse 2:] Drop beam Off set things color ice cream white dreams she can fuck me that's a pipe dream S-O poppin x-pills
Army x3 I-I - They are my sweetest slaves The Zombie King he walks alone The Zombie King he has no throne Just a never ending hunger And a hole that
Worms awaiting all of us At least that's what I heard Crows soar, lions roar Chaos rules forevermore The human race is the only X factor The decay of
wrath? The wrath of old King Queen? Crush you like bug - Smash steel and stone. Obliterate, dominate. Call this planet home. King Queen. King Queen. (x
Clinton-is a son of a bitch had the nerve to throw out the first pitch I'm just tryin' to get rich like Trump The Home Run king is now in a slump, pass
s a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made
one nigga, I got a six stashed Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny Six-four switches,
's my genesis, it's the life, it's the love It's my genesis, hook this mic to a plug [Killah Priest] Afros to box braids, locks and waves Fades, to flat
like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this
Optik Alle schieben Optik Alle schieben Optik Hier ist er euer bester Freund Kool S-A Ich will diese ganze Welt zerstoren U-S-A Oder lieber doch nicht
Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that jive (Chorus) If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime (2x) Hey 'Dre, Let 'em know what's up (Andre
