Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, Ya'll better turn one up Ya'll bang this shit, ya'll better get ready
Ya'll better this shit till your trunk pops open (yeah) And your licenses frame sounds broken (what!) Slow cruisin with some goose in my No excuses night on a saturday Ride females and they all bomb Upfront, back, like the bishop don juan (yea I'm pimp!) Pullin up to the spot, on the grass You know kingspade clique be last (aye yo) ass get checked you steppin to the vet (uh!) We been in it for a minute you even heard shit yet So sit back let the track do the work Bob ya to this shit till your neck starts to hurt If you movin right now (yeah), the beats ill That kingspade clique, (well) them boys have got and Johnny Richter comin up on the creep In a 66 dumpbump down the street
This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the And everybody knows you comin, KINGSPADE This dat beat, that you bang when you down the street And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
You best fast, this is a 100 yard dash (start runnin!), Don't be late, or be comin in last (oooh!) The biggest purse goes to those who finish And me you is like a Porsche against a Hearse You may as not exist, don't even pull to the line (back up!), Cause you already lost, the already mine, It's best to let it go, do you know, you ain't nothin but a rookie, dealin with a seasoned pro I'm a veteran, ain't no fo you gentlemen, Trunk bumpin, while my bumpers scrapin, Bomb joint blazin, hangin, out the window with my elbow, Real low, tryin to holler at soul, 'proachin train tracks, So I hit all the switches, lifted the and the back, To all the ditches, didn't want the clippin, So I raised up and
dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE This dat beat, you bang when you rollin down the street And everybody you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
Running into walls, like a fish in a Acting like a looney, in a cemetarium I'm goin' crazy for the of bass Fuck smokin crack, give me of 808 (c'mon!) I it when the track goes Yo Mike hit me off a little more (booooom) Now thats the type of shit that make me want to I love bass tunes, almost as much as high I it up and give it back, Kingspade up on the map D-Loc and Johnny Richter smokin in the back In the tryin to dub on this hoe hangin low Cause you know how we do it when we up at a
This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the And everybody you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street And everybody knows you comin, KINGSPADE
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