RobLo - Knockout Kings lyrics

[Verse 1 - Coolio] (1 - 2 - 3 - 4) You in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Ma**ive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic ma**acre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents [The Replacements] These combinations are taking me places Knockin my opponents outa they shoes With tight laces Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain The championship belt is what I taste and claim Survivin the game Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer Your Knockout King is up in the ring [Hook] 1 - 2 - 3, k**er! 4 - 5 - 6, spitter! 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 4 to the body and 2 to the chin! 1 - 2 - 3, k**er! 4 - 5 - 6, spitter! 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 *ding* *ding* now it's on again! [Verse 2 - The Replacements] Uh, round for round and pound for pound It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out Got your corner-man yellin that you ready to pout Yeah he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 rounds The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you: "Fight back, move his fists!" It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kisses [Hook] [Verse 3 - The Replacements] Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin Sk**s quickly end all the gossipin and yappin I'm talkin Roy Jones ability Knock anybody up in the facility Black guy after I attack guys Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my) Amazed, ain't no love, only hate Let me hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth [Hook] x2