4 Kings

Ladies and gentlemen

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla - woopt, woopt homie if you see them laws

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla - woopt, woopt, homie if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)

Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)

I was standin' on the corner slangin' 'caine (tryna make it do what it do)

Just another young nigga havin' thangs man (I gotta get, I, I gotta get it get it)

I'm in the Porche, no passenger

Feelin' like a filthy rich drug trafficer

See didn't nobody give me shit, I got my ass on that inter-state

Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate

You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss

Some birds never landed, but 'least I didn't got caught

We don't even use scails, niggaz break off a brick

Whatever over is yours, homie just take it and get

They gave big Paul life, but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'

'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him

Ain't nothin' in my name, and 50 cleaned up mine

I'm still paranoid though from what I left behind

Gotta put me some gloves on, they fuckin' wit Buck now

Tryna slow me down, got me pissin' in cups now

Three Kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap

You put us together, nigga the streets finna eat

Yeah

Hey

Remember standin' in the trap wit 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirat

That nigga who oderderd that quarter ki ain't even came by yet

Blew a whole O of dro, and I ain't even high yet

Spent 4 G's or mo', and I ain't even fly yet

Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'

They done gave her 20 mil, well big deal pimpin'

Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'

'Cause we still will kill, you just better chill pimpin'

Get it how he used to live, and keep on fakin' for the women

In life we all make decisions even when faced with collisions

Like me at 13, out in no supervision

Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot drug-dealin'

Seen daily on the block, need Yay we on the block

Keep the hatin' to yourself, 'cause that AK be on the block

Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop

Went from standin' on the block wit rock, to standin' on the top

Let's go

1 for the bread, and 2 for the blow

Miss the 17 fire, ya damn right it's gon' snow

Told y'all I was gon' blow, kinky B said so

Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an O

Ain't nothin' to a G, shit I been here before (True)

LA hoop nigga, all you gotta do is score

I turn the brick into a label, nigga I'm a boss

Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss (Haha)

Sold two million records, and half a million O's (Damn)

Add it all up, it's 'bout a billion rocks

You can't be serious, you niggaz ain't fo' real

Just my ears alone, iss like a quarter a mil' (That's right)

Hit ya by the tech, and blow half the budget (Yup)

I do it for the streets and mutha fuckers love it

Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash

Now that's Thug Motivation for your mutha fuckin' ass

Wassup

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla - woopt, woopt homie if you see them laws

I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my drawers

Holla - woopt, woopt homie if you see them laws