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Dee Dee King

[Talib Kweli] Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what

jerked We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to take the coke from Coca-Cola Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill The

of chilled champagne right beside me Radio booming pumpin' the isley Maybe I'll grab her and give her a kiss Or kick her a line on the smooth billy dee

just had woke up Mouth smellin' like ass, dick, shit, and through up Hold up And this is for my niggas dem About them raga-dee bitchs 'cause I'm sick

, I play slow Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal, I shot ya What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee

know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned About idiots posing as kings

king "I'm the king of " "rock and roll!" "I'm the king of " "rock and roll!" "I'm the king of " "rock", "I'm the king of " "rock" "I'm the king of " "

the back A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl Mack Not workin for free, pocket full with a G And they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee

jar of termites I used to blast the Delphonics In a glowing room with black lights Colt 45 had me sportin' a wig like Billy Dee I was a Melle Mel fan