King Los - Going lyrics

[Verse 1: Mark Battles] I'm dumb with the check I'm hoping y'all have fun with the rap, or get a**a**in'd Enough with compa**es, stuck in mola**es Tricking the ma**es, lucky a** ba*tards Said it once i will say it twice Ask [?] she won't make it right Next check on the Vegas flight MGM for the latest fight Fall in love she won't stay the night Tell the judge i pay the price [?] thugs ain't the crazy type You know them are my n***as right ? Born a King we did it proper Open eyes for the [?] pasta Bar change a life like Willy Wonka Barely famous might go to the Oscars Wildin' out with my brother Los Few groupie chicks and some other folks Levitate serve one it's dope A million verses with a bunch of quotes [?] my city backwards MIA with a pretty actress Nah, the s** was decent but the head banging like Lenny Kravitz If i say it you know i do it Stay a hunnid the flow the truest They be running i show and prove it k** n***as on tracks like Tony Stewart When this drops the game is finished Wrap it up, AIDS convention All you n***as better pay attention Props to God cause he made me different n***as think I'm a vegan cause I eat beats Who you seek on the sneak peek Free [?] for need freaks Beep Beep got a street sweep Leave me with the cheap [?] Who you tryna rob? F.O.D n***a fly or die Throwing three's with a lot of pride [Hook: Mark Battles] Going, going, going They got me going, going, going They got me going, going, going They got me going, they got me going [Verse 2: King Los] Wait for it... My whole flow from Mars and it's dumb Your hoe roll with the squad when it come Deep throat, n***a we drove cars in her tongue She stroke these flows, the riot type Require height?, i acquire higher heights I fire ice, higher fire, tried to retire mic's What, you saying you getting lime light? I was like, what? with a diet sprite Man i know what this collar like Cause you wish you was like [?] I'm the [?] , no really like i am life Hold up Hide your wife, grab your guns I wrap your son in bars, i'm a rapping son of a b**h b**hes wrapped around son, no son of a b**h b**h my daddy was the son of a pimp I, stamp on your stomach, and bu*t on your lip Gun bu*t to the front of your sh** I wanted to piss on you while you was knocked out But the cops was coming, my co*k was standing in front of my zip Ughh! So i when i see you while i'm co*king my sh** And i tell you i got one in the tit I need to talk about my gun on my dick Running a hundred miles and running Coming for n***as who think they wanna be something this summer Coming i got that drummer drummer drumming drumming pumping n***a Hit that Ferrari pump pump pump pump pump Tell 'em n***as park it in a pumping nickle That's bread light, bread on your head if it ain't a red light, keep [Hook: Mark Battles] Going, going, going They got me going, going, going They got me going, going, going They got me going, they got me going