Tekst:
King S X Talk To You

flashes across my eyes Here and there happy said, oh Lord it's got to make it rhyme Nothing much to tell you but there's so much on my mind Guess I'll

? I mean your number I mean some ass You wanna cut them, where's your girls Got a king size at the crib Introduce you to my world It is what it is You

for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side you dont wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk check

hot tub, where there's a hot towel She'll be loyal without being spoiled You can shuck all you want but she's still gonna ignore you Makes no sense to

Tip, it's Timbo. I mean what this I hear.. you doin a mixtape.. my nigga but if you gon do it remember that ?track? we started on? You, you, you go ahead

flame, addressing the strange It's Wu-Tang Chorus: {Sampled Singer} Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's

even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention Lil' Wayne, that's

Makin' her sweat [Verse 1: Plies] What's my biggest turn on in a women? One that's flexible I'm talkin' her limbs not her schedule If you ain't it's

Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door" Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor Notice that it's