Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, Ya'll turn this one up Ya'll better this shit, ya'll better get ready
Ya'll better bang shit till your trunk pops open (yeah) And your licenses plate frame broken (what!) Slow cruisin with some goose in my No excuses just on a saturday Ride females and they all bomb Upfront, laid back, like the don juan (yea I'm pimp!) Pullin up to the spot, parkin on the You know kingspade be runnin last (aye yo) Bitch ass get you steppin to the vet (uh!) We in it for a minute you ain't even heard shit yet So sit back relax let the track do the Bob ya head to this shit till your starts to hurt If you right now (yeah), the beats kinda ill That kingspade clique, (well) them have got skills D-loc and Johnny Richter up on the creep In a 66 dumpbump bangin the street
This dat beat, you bang when you rollin down the street And everybody knows you comin, bumpin This dat beat, that you when you rollin down the street And everybody knows you comin, bumpin
You best react fast, this is a 100 dash (start runnin!), Don't be late, or be comin in last (oooh!) The biggest purse goes to those who finish And me against you is a Porsche against a Hearse You may as well not exist, don't pull to the line (back up!), Cause you already lost, the already mine, It's best to let it go, do you know, Cause you ain't 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 chronic joint blazin, hangin, out the with my elbow, Real low, tryin to holler at this soul, 'proachin tracks, So I hit all the switches, the front and the back, To avoid all the ditches, didn't the clippin, So I up and BOUNCED
This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin the street And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin the street And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
Running into walls, like a in a aquarium like a looney, locked in a cemetarium I'm goin' crazy for the of bass Fuck smokin crack, give me of 808 (c'mon!) I love it when the goes Yo hit me off with a little more (booooom) Now thats the type of shit make me want to drive I love bass tunes, almost as as gettin high I give it up and it back, Kingspade up on the map and Johnny Richter smokin sacks in the back In the tryin to dub on this hoe hangin low Cause you know how we do it we up at a show
This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the And everybody you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE This dat beat, that you when you rollin down the street And knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE
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