Dj Paul

Dj Paul - King of Kings songtekst

Je score:

(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)



[DJ Paul talking]

It is I my son, the king of the muthafuckin M

Awakened by all you hatin ass hoes, ya bitch you

And it's going muthafuckin down

For all you muthafuckin wannabe Hypnotize Camp Posse azz niggas

Who we got in this muthafucka, nigga count em out



[Crunchy Blac]

Crunchy Blac up in this bitch, my nigga Juice



[Lord Infamous]

Lord Soze



[DJ Paul:]

Louder nigga let em know!



[La Chat:]

I'm pull the trigga nigga bitch, it's [La Chat] hoe



[Frayser Boy]

Yeah you got Frayser Boy in this muthafucka

Bout to ride on one of you bitch-made niggas



[DJ Paul]

And ya boy DJ muthafuckin Paul

Like thiiiiiiiis



[Lord Infamous]

Nigga get all ya boys, tell em bring all they guns

And being ya'll some hoes I get the heater when you come

When I dump to hit your pressure point with .44 slugs

All this medicine, a felon is committed by this thug

Head bust, they took ya in mood, huh

Cuz we'll rip you for whatever and leave ya skull fucked up

Pop some double bucks 

To ya nuts

Cough em up

Slut

Drop the meat up

Then I call em triple six guts



[La Chat]

Who run, I know you know

Quit playin, you damned hoe

La Chat, can't take no mo

We brangin it to the dome

I got the tec-9, four-five, can't forget the AK

Finna take you to the streets, blow you bitches clean away

Mayne I'm sick and tired of you talking

I'm open with my dog and

Is it true that I will be stalkin

And punkin bitches walkin

Hope you niggas paying attention to everything I mention

Shit I'm full up on that tension

I'm goin on a mission



[Juicy J]

Now sippin on some gin and some mo (some mo)

Watchin niggas in the room snortin blow (snortin blow)

They got weed, and it's already rolled (ready rolled)

Quick babies in that doe (that doe)

Now I'm so fuckin buzzed bout to faint (bout to faint)

Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes)

E'rtime you see a playa I be high (I be high)

So come and get a lil piece of a nigga pie



[Frayser Boy]

I'm a schizophrenic

Don't you panic

You can't handle it

So god dammit

You can't stand it

Leave you stranded

Push over nigga, you been banded

I been blazin

You are facin

Fuckin killers in yo place and

Heart is pacin

Ya'll be racin

Bout to catch another case and

Killer nigga

Driller nigga

Kill a nigga

Feel me nigga

I don't give a fuck bout what you sayin, I'm the illest nigga

Pistol mother

Drama lover

Pop a sucka

Motherfucka

Like no other

I'm a lethal weapon like a Danny Glover



[Crunchy Blac]

Nigga lemme tell you my specialty

My specialty is getting you nigga

Lock and load wit that gun pullin the trigga

How the fuck you figure

That a nigga ain't robbin you niggas

When I'm out her trying to get like Jigga

Dippa yo body up when I kill you nigga

Shouldn't have talked that shit cuz I'm pullin triggas

How the fuck ya'll niggas wanna go to war

When ya'll ain't bad enough for us boys



[DJ Paul]

See I'm the king of kings, Scarecrow's the lord of lords

And fuckin up with my kin is something you can't afford

Tryin to compete with Hypnotize man I wouldn't even try that

My lil keys cost seventy g's nigga can you buy that

You wonderin why I had the for sale sign in the yard

Nigga I sold my crib, my new house cost one million

And this some king shit, MTV crib shit

You mouth is up you startin to drool u need a bib bitch

Before you diss me nigga turn your pockets inside out

Or clean your shoes and your pants, break some starch right out

Cuz I'm the K-O-M, you wishin you wuz down with this click

But you chose otherwise so you a clown to this click

And in the streets nigga you get nothing but frowns from this click

And we done covered all sides of this country lil bitch

So if you ever get a chance to get inside the Source yeah right

You'll be like my nigga Nas and all you'll have is one mic (all I need is one mic)



[DJ Paul talking]

Yeah this for all you muthafuckin hoes

If you ever wanna know the muthafuckin truth

It's in yo face, bitch

Trying to use our muthafuckin name to come up

You aint muthafuckin Hypnotize Minds you bitch, you nigga

And don't be trying to memorize the faces on the muthafuckin videos

Cuz them ain't the niggas that's gone come to your muthafuckin den nigga

Where my muthafuckin killas at nigga

Yeah nigga, where they at!



[Crunchy Blac]

Yeah Crunchy Blac up in this bitch

For all you niggas that said I can't rap

Nigga I don't rap anyways, nigga I rob



[DJ Paul]

Yeah bitch ass nigga

Bitch-made hoes



[La Chat]

Hypnotize Camp

Dick ridin bitches

And nigga fuck ya'll bitches



[DJ Paul]

And for all you hoes we'll stomp you muthafuckas short nigga

Couldn't handle the heat get the fuck up out the kitchen type niggas

Shit get thicker for a weak nigga hoe



[talking and yelling till end]
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