talking to the streets" ft dr.tubs(Uncensored)

talking to the streets" (Uncensored) (Intro) (Blrrrd!) Yeah, look. King Tsotsi in this bitch, man. We running the whole CEO business out the fucking trap. (Brrr!) SMO-KINGZ, 1807. We don't do regular, everything trippy as fuck. (It's tsotsi!) (Chorus) Step in the room and this shit looking kinda trippy, (A) Smoking on Zaza, we running the fucken city. (A) Got the 1807 on my chest, (B) We stacking up cash, fuck the noise and the rest. (B) Blue bandanas on the table, lean in the cup, (C) If a hoe nigga talk, we gon' line his ass up. (C) (Blrrrd!) (Verse 1 - King Tsotsi Style) I'm sitting in the room where the walls get to bleeding, (A) King Tsotsi CEO, I'm the one they all needing. (A) Got a baseball bat and this shit covered in grime, (B) Counting up stacks, flexing one at a time. (B) (Blrrrd!) Nutmeg in jars, got the smoke in the bags, (C) We don't give a fuck, we just tearing up tags. (C) Got a blue ski mask on the monitor screen, (D) Living real dirty but the money is clean. (D) Cigarette ash in the tray on the floor, (E) If you try to come take it, we locking the door. (E) (Blrrrd, blrrrd!) (Chorus) Step in the room and this shit looking kinda trippy, (A) Smoking on Zaza, we running the fucken city. (A) Got the 1807 on my chest, (B) We stacking up cash, fuck the noise and the rest. (B) Blue bandanas on the table, lean in the cup, (C) If a hoe nigga talk, we gon' line his ass up. (C) (It's tsotsi!) (Verse 2 - SMO-KINGZ Style) Smoking and hoping we looking like bosses We counting the wins, we don't worry 'bout no losses. (A) trippy lights got the room looking wild, (B) Stacking these hundreds up straight in a pile. (B) (Brrr!) SMO-KINGZ written right up on the glass, (C) Moving too quick, yeah, we moving too fast. (C) Got mushrooms spread out right over the tray, (D) Chasing the bag every single damn day. (D) Real eyes realize the real lies they talk, (E) Watch how we move when we walk how we walk. (E) (It's tsotsi!) (Outro) Yeah. 1807. SMO-KINGZ in this bitch. King Tsotsi. Blue bananas, purple drank (Blrrrd!) (Brrr!) Yeah, look. Get the fuck out the way.