Coolio, The Replacements - Knockout Kings lyrics
[Coolio, The Replacements - Knockout Kings lyrics]
(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over
No discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat down
Tragic massacre call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call the police
The champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to
Light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he
Can't keep his things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, he's down and
Canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents
These combinations are taking me places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body hit
The canvas in pain
The championship belt is what
I taste and claim survivin the game
Pound for pound you got the
Best man standing right here
Round for round I got the
Cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in the ring
1 - 2 - 3, killer! 4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer! 4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10 ding ding now it's on again!
Uh, round for round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring
With a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin
Knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner man yellin that
You ready to pout yeah he hit the ropes in
Front of a sell-out crowd stand down punk
Ain't no need to go 12 rounds
The belt was mine soon as
You heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around
Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it feels
Like a tonne of bricks
After the standin eight head to
Your corner to sit
Manager screamin at you: "Fight back
Move his fists!"
It don't matter cos he walked
Dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad cos you lost to
The top of the listeds
I'm sick, cold with the work
Demented and viscious
Plus I'm pretty so the ring
Girls be blowin me kisses
Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin
Skills quickly end all the
Gossipin and yappin
I'm talkin Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the facility
Black guy after I attack guys
Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)
Amazed, ain't no love, only hate
Let me hit you with these boulders
Servin you from the shoulders
Step into the range of my
Blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya
Hold 'im up so I can put
Bangs and bings on ya
You see two of me, don't ya?
From the series of punches
To your dome and your kidneys
Should'a did you some crunches
I throw thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin and punkin now
Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over
No discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat down
Tragic massacre call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call the police
The champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to
Light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he
Can't keep his things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, he's down and
Canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents
These combinations are taking me places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body hit
The canvas in pain
The championship belt is what
I taste and claim survivin the game
Pound for pound you got the
Best man standing right here
Round for round I got the
Cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in the ring
1 - 2 - 3, killer! 4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer! 4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10 ding ding now it's on again!
Uh, round for round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring
With a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin
Knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner man yellin that
You ready to pout yeah he hit the ropes in
Front of a sell-out crowd stand down punk
Ain't no need to go 12 rounds
The belt was mine soon as
You heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around
Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it feels
Like a tonne of bricks
After the standin eight head to
Your corner to sit
Manager screamin at you: "Fight back
Move his fists!"
It don't matter cos he walked
Dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad cos you lost to
The top of the listeds
I'm sick, cold with the work
Demented and viscious
Plus I'm pretty so the ring
Girls be blowin me kisses
Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin
Skills quickly end all the
Gossipin and yappin
I'm talkin Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the facility
Black guy after I attack guys
Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)
Amazed, ain't no love, only hate
Let me hit you with these boulders
Servin you from the shoulders
Step into the range of my
Blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya
Hold 'im up so I can put
Bangs and bings on ya
You see two of me, don't ya?
From the series of punches
To your dome and your kidneys
Should'a did you some crunches
I throw thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin and punkin now
Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth