Masta k**a - King lyrics

[Produced by Ka$h] [Verse 1: Big Remo] Ain't no Bugattis round here, just a old box Swishas on deck twistin' up the whole box Today was wonderful I came up on a few rack The definition of a G bring the truth back Yea the groove's back I'm on the panoramic life Nightime vision in my shades and it's damn near night Yea, I put a hunned on this smoke bag Smell like an onion in this smoke bag Get yourself toe-tagged, n***as so fast Run up with your a**, I run up in your whole a** No disrespect to your a** but mami want it so bad I stick ‘em like post-its Re texas hold 'em [Hook: Big Remo] I'm the king, said I'm the king Yea I'm the king of rock, there ain't none flyer And I won't stop rockin', I won't retire I'm the king, said I'm the king [Verse 2: Big Remo] It go, Kash, if you see what I'm smokin' now Take two and pa** n***a, blow it out I know it smell loud, but really it sweet My spot on cloud nine y'all know I put up my feet And I'mma have a drink, I'm on the ground black My [?] I love her for that I'mma call up my connect and get up on a few jars Last time I seen her had to run a n***a two large On that Jamaican fruit, he call it fruityard And now it's martian green, it gets you Bruno Mars Yo, listen I be on that Khalifa sh** Ain't nothing silly though, yea said [Hook] [Verse 3: HaLo] Come up for air shorty, take it easy mama You ain't gotta impress me, slide it cooler than Gretzky To the rules when it's messy, keep it true would you let me Disrespect you like how most rappers rap about in they songs If we do get along can I Vietnam bomb Surprise you with witty charm Flip another response to her messages Lessons is prerogative, prolly twist a piffery Disappear, no forgettin' me I'm slippery Musician, claim I'm in need of a muse Just an excuse for her in my swimmin' pool Rap perks kinda cool, never stop rhymin' fool Do it every day, all the time and my dude it go [Verse 3: Masta k**a] Microphone blue and the flow is so fluid Just cool you, just some catchin' up to it Hot liquid drips the lyrics hit the pavement Like daisy cutters through the basement Taste the aftermath of my iron palm blast My five daily [?] Who could last the session with my Cherokee chief See my wallaby Indian mocks Watch me shadowbox, 52 locks blocks tomahawk Ox chops technique street sweep Yellow tape, white sheeps gun smoke somethin' dead My chess game blow you out my frame So by any means I be the royal lion kings Son I'll be the royal lion king [Hook] 3x