Jacquees, T.I. - King lyrics
Jacquees [Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax]
[Jacquees, T.I. - King lyrics]
What's good, yo, what's good
You know I got a pimple on my, my chin
I'ma bust that later but
I just wanna let everybody know that I'm
The king of R&B right now
For this generation
I understand who done came and who done
Did that and that and that
But now it's my turn
Jacquees the king of R&B
I just heard him say it
And I, I been feelin' like that
ATL, let's get it, I'm the new king of R&B
Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to
All the kings before me, all the greats
Felt like Tip
Ridin' on 24s when my debut hit the stands
Used to be ridin' Mustang but I know
That Lambo' was in the plan nine years old
Karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson hand
Singing, "I want you back" 'cause my girl
Knowin' one day I'll be the man
Grandma put me on my first flight
Now I'm in the UK with American bands
If you a big dawg, book me in
Your city, I shut it down
You become the man you can count on me
I knew one day I'd get it
Shuttin' shit down
Now I'm the king of the city
Every day, a star is born
And if we talkin' kings
There's more than one
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em clap for 'em
You should clap for 'em clap for 'em
'Cause I'ma clap for 'em
Clap, clap clap, clap
Kill a nigga for the time
That he looked at you
I'll be there when you're throwing that
That too
Put your ass in the air, I'ma kiss that, boo
Your girl over there, I'ma hit that too
Get Kama Sutra freaky sex
Doggy style, missionary
Bless the day I met you
Can't go nowhere, ain't gon' let you
Uh uh top off
In convertible
That Birkin ain't no knockoff
Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I'm a player
Ain't no million, then we don't compare
Like Nas said, it ain't hard
For you to tell, yeah
From the west side of Atlanta
Change the street name, it don't matter
I say Bankhead, I mean my hood
Where I grew up, fuck that cracker
No, I don't go to Stone Mountain
'cause that statue on the side
A reminder of that time
When we survived genocide, damn
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em clap for 'em clap for 'em
You should clap for 'em clap for 'em
'Cause I'ma clap for 'em
Clap, clap, clap, clap
King shit, let's get it
You know I got a pimple on my, my chin
I'ma bust that later but
I just wanna let everybody know that I'm
The king of R&B right now
For this generation
I understand who done came and who done
Did that and that and that
But now it's my turn
Jacquees the king of R&B
I just heard him say it
And I, I been feelin' like that
ATL, let's get it, I'm the new king of R&B
Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to
All the kings before me, all the greats
Felt like Tip
Ridin' on 24s when my debut hit the stands
Used to be ridin' Mustang but I know
That Lambo' was in the plan nine years old
Karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson hand
Singing, "I want you back" 'cause my girl
Knowin' one day I'll be the man
Grandma put me on my first flight
Now I'm in the UK with American bands
If you a big dawg, book me in
Your city, I shut it down
You become the man you can count on me
I knew one day I'd get it
Shuttin' shit down
Now I'm the king of the city
Every day, a star is born
And if we talkin' kings
There's more than one
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em clap for 'em
You should clap for 'em clap for 'em
'Cause I'ma clap for 'em
Clap, clap clap, clap
Kill a nigga for the time
That he looked at you
I'll be there when you're throwing that
That too
Put your ass in the air, I'ma kiss that, boo
Your girl over there, I'ma hit that too
Get Kama Sutra freaky sex
Doggy style, missionary
Bless the day I met you
Can't go nowhere, ain't gon' let you
Uh uh top off
In convertible
That Birkin ain't no knockoff
Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I'm a player
Ain't no million, then we don't compare
Like Nas said, it ain't hard
For you to tell, yeah
From the west side of Atlanta
Change the street name, it don't matter
I say Bankhead, I mean my hood
Where I grew up, fuck that cracker
No, I don't go to Stone Mountain
'cause that statue on the side
A reminder of that time
When we survived genocide, damn
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, hey
You should clap for 'em
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Clap for 'em clap for 'em clap for 'em
You should clap for 'em clap for 'em
'Cause I'ma clap for 'em
Clap, clap, clap, clap
King shit, let's get it