الأغاني:
King K Shout Out

my fans man Shout out, (shout out) Shout out (shout out) Shout out to all of my niggaz My real hood niggaz My blood thugn niggaz (shout out shout out) Yeea shout out

the hell that you brought me in I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion I just follow your footprint, trace track and blackout You better shout to get a rap out

, we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad

Jones, [Incomprehensible] status Dipset, New York's robbin' man Killa the dawn a.k.a King Joffrey Jo You know how we ride out Shout to my G's, "Keep

the king And I say to myself what a ding-a-ling Yeah, lords of funk better than before Takin belts from chumps, walkin out the door Try to step to the kings

truck you jumped up in, miss you can jump up out it I ain't your man so I ain't gone shout wit ya I'm headed to your crib and it's straight lights out

'msayin? ol' dirty bastard. youknowwhati'msayin? 12 o'clock. shorty shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt. [dj] what about the brothers from jersey? [bm] yeah. yeah. that's my niggaz. poppa chief. k

't know, now ya know! What's my favourite word? Bitch! What's my favourite word? What's my favourite w-o-o-o-o-o-ord? Shout out to ninety-six and Sunny

the Brady Bunch How y'all feel yourselves? Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out