(feat. The Furious Five)



Aaaaaaah!

I'm the King of the Streets Y'all

What, what, what are you? 

What are you? What are you?  

What, what, what are you? 

What are you?  What are you stupid?



To be bad to be born but born to be bad

The best emcee the mic ever had

I always was famous but never a star

A Don Juan, Perignon, Antoine, bourgeois



I'm bad without the big fancy cars

And the Louis Vuitton to the Yves St. Laurent

The higher echelon and the body guards

Not like Prince and Michael I come up hard



I'm the king of the streets I never meet my match

Hanging out in the Fever with AJ Scratch

People see me in the movies and on TV

But when they see me in the streets see that's the real me



So, throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you wanna' rock a beat with the King of the Street

Say Yeah!



The King, The King

What, what, what are you? 

What are you?  What are you stupid?



The King, The King

You know, you know, you know what I'm saying



The King, The King

What, what, what are you? 

What are you?  What are you stupid?



The King, The King

You know, you know, you know what I'm saying



Driving my car wearing my jewelry

You can fool the public but you can't fool me

Because you made a little album got a royalty check

But your friends don't give you no respect



Spending my money using my style

They wore my crown for a little while

They went all around the world thinking their all that

But when they saw me on the stage I took it right back



Cause I dress like a pimp and I work like a ho

And rappin' is the only life I know

I got respect on the street so wherever I go

And they only get respect when they doin' a show



Cause their young dumb try to get some

In the process forgot where they come from

But what they can't see while their running the game

Is that their friends and enemies are the same



Cause united we stand divided you fall

And I am love and love conquers all

I love to turn on the mic and rock the house

and come on everybody and help me turn it out



And just clap your hands to the beat y'all

And let's rock it with the king of the streets y'all

You know Melle Mel, you know I rock well

Say Yeah!



What, what, what, what

What, what, what are you stupid?



I'm here to take command

After I crush him I'm crushing his man

I'm gonna' gather his whole crew in a bunch

And give them all the Malachi crunch



And when I rock them for the people to see

I'm gonna kick down his door and rock his family

His girl, the nation, his whole generation

And I'll even give myself a rock sensation



Cause I never had a fight when I'm on the mic

I beat a bum like him up just the other night

When he opened his eyes all he could see

was the referee, the ceiling and me



My name is Melvin Glover, I love to be a lover

I'm bad and I'm blessed

I can always rock a sucker, sucker, sucker MC on the microphone

So just give me the mic and get up off my throne



What, what, what, what are you

What, what, what, what are you stupid?



I grew up in the city streets

With holes in my clothes bummy shoes on my feet

Sometimes when I was hungry there was nothing to eat

and other times in the winter there was no heat



We would all freeze it was ten degrees

I would see my mother bow to her knees

She cried then nod then prayed to God

That times for the kids wouldn't be so hard



But out on the streets a life was rougher

The dream of getting rich made a man tougher

Twenty might get you forty, forty might get you eighty

Eighty for a lady that's five foot shady



Staying in the gutter hanging with my brother

My pop's got so drunk he use to stutter

Beat up on my mother, for no reason why

And to this day I try not to get high



The streets got it good so I should warn you

There's a drug store setup right on the corner

Selling dope, smoke, smack and crack a lack a lack

The sess mess splif or the chunk chunky black



Temptation reached for my vein

But I didn't let drugs overcome my brain

Because drugs rule the body and mess with your head

And makes you part of the living dead



But I went to school and I learned too good

I learned to understand all that I could 

Thought I could skip a letter from l to z

So I took to the streets for my college degree



My teachers were the hustlers, garbage and bums

My class was survival and school was the slums

Math was counting money large candy no doubt

And my homework was knocking sucker niggaz out



Gym was when I had to run from the cops

And history was who was on top

I would hear about the death of the neighborhood crooks

I didn't want to be in those history books



So I got myself legal as easy as pie

A legal crook got a suit and tie

Like a crooked politician selling dreams and lies

So he can rob you blind then tell you why



Get the most for less then pocket the rest

Kick backs, hit backs, invest your interest

Build a better bomb then raise the tax

You know the king would put the truth on wax



Because I'm the kind of king that'll open doors

Let me live my life and you live yours

Do what you wanna' do and don't hurt nobody

and come on everybody let's party that party



and throw your hands in the air

And wave them like you just don't care

And everybody just freak with the King of the Street

Say Oh Yeah