Kings

I got too much sauce, you could say I'm the boss, these hoes ain't loyal at all, it's been a long time since I was a troll, old school but a new goal. Let's roll, take it all from the set, here to represent but I'm not bitch made like 50 cent, Klark Kent is a supermen, god damn, here we go again, on the gang, man, that's on the gang, bang, bang. G'd up like a old man, and everything I do is cold, man, Ben 10 is your super hero, compared to Big Black he's just a zero, Nemo we're finding Nemo, nah, bitch, we Nemo Hoes cause holes are our goals. Straight depending on y'all, hol up, pull up on the gang, this ain't bloods or crips, this ain't Hollywood, it's a real mafia, dude, I'm going deeper than a rabbit hole, pull the pole like Chris Paul, or Paul Pierce even Paul Gasol, oh what do you know bout the game, 1992 dream team, bitch, remember the name but name me the first five Kings of 2002 oh what chu gonna do? Listen, fool, Vlade Divac, Chris Webber, Stojaković Peja, Doug Christie and Mike Biby the venomous five who could burry any Laker team, that's on my life and if you think that those west coast finals ain't rigged you's a stupid bitch who believes in make believe that Lakers had a better team, that's a biggest steal in the basketball history to be legit, Kings should won and only that could be legit. Back on some gang shit, that's on the gang, hell, yeah, punk ass bitches still running their mouth, straight from the south and I'm white and dirty, last year I was thirty, now catch me riding dirty.