Lyrics
Yo! Whassup? Yo. what's happenin, what's happenin?
E-Swift, you cuttin the records nice boy
DJ Pooh whassup man? We all chillin
Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out y'knahmsayin?
And I'mma bust it off like this for Compton
Well - look who sprung up, comin the fuck up
I came in the place to let you know what's up
With a bunch of trunk jewerly
Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em
Yeah I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes
I wear Nike's cause I run from the cops
Pops taught me lots he said "Toys are for tots"
At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock
Cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big
At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig
Hugged that Olde English beer
So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer
Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta
Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a
Person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha.
Whassup? This at your own risk, sucker
Uhh! This at your own risk, sucker.
P-Puh, Puh-P-Puh-P-Puh-Pooh man fuck it!
People always say, "Are you the King of the West?"
But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test
Even though, they know I'm King, I'm on a higher level
I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil
I mean really, how you think I'm livin?
On the strength I'm livin like it's Thanksgiving
So yo, whassup turkey, tryin to jerk me?
Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T
The almighty individual
You said you knew, but I don't think you really know
About the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy
I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin fatly
Had me on stage in a rage
Yellin was what ya know, that's how I get paid
Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss
But yo it's at your own risk sucker
Sup? It's at your own risk
Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break
three is another one for those to remember