Teksty:
King Blues The Out Of Luck

love at sweet 16, She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green, Leaving something old for somewhere new, To be with someone battered, black and blue, She turns out

, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill Left the house, pullin' out the drive backin' out Need a backin' out this lady's Jag started blackin' out Pulled the Mac-10 out

" The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity" Them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king

the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks "Kings of the Hill", out

the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that store with the Nikes

the hell, throw the cocktail I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out In front of that

was just young, sad and blue Like the Lissette cassette, the world made me like this Girls very rare gave me a kiss, pulling my dick out only to piss

your philly hoe So come with it fool and test your luck And I'll beat that azz now call me Kurupt Now I'm kreepin' threw the fog ya Big dogg blue got

used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word) Then I took your black ass out to the subberbes