King Gordy - Pass Me a Lighter lyrics
[King Gordy - Pass Me a Lighter lyrics]
I got to be bout the meanest ever
You defeat me never i was born dead!
Fat nigga with horns in his head
Calls himself the east side
King! He breathes lightning!
You can see electrical currents
When he's rhyming
Skin made of Teflon, he don't need no vest on
He proceeds to get blown
When he bleeds the shit's chrome!
He ain't a human being wait till you see him
He's a true demon he uses trees
To defecate on loose leaf
A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11
With the face of a felon
But a face like a meteor hit him
A Detroit icon!
With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger
Heart of lion
The ghetto messiah! It's on forever
1877, more calm then ya!
Never knew the east side
He would have to run
Calm like a thief in the night
With a mask and a gun
Ohh somebody pass me a lighter (Well)
Oh won't you please
Light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire
(Aw, Gordy)
Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah
Lyrics comin with the strength of ten men
Not even with titanium bones, I'll end them
I'm stopping his men
Now he's breathin slowly i hope he don't pee
On himself when I'm rhymin his
Legs and break one knee a verbal arsonist
My verse it too hot to spit
Burning off all your skin
Murder your ligaments
Why do they call me King?
I ain't self proclaimed
These eyes saw a whole lot of niggas
Die cause they felt the flame
Think I'm talkin just to hear
My motherfucking self talk?
I am to the east side what
Biggie was to New York
Hope I'm lyrically uplifting ya
When I'm dropping this
Stay humble, never arrogant just confident
I just want Detroit to love me
Oh I cry for you
I looked out yelling your name
Ready to die for you
I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you
Oh Detroit, I love you so (Oh! Well)
Ohh somebody pass me a lighter
Oh won't you please
Light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire
(Aw, Gordy)
Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah
I got the scripture of a king
Paint the perfect picture a worthless nigga
Peseants, bow down to my presence
With these two braids sticking up
In case you were wondering "Why in the fuck
Does he have the two braids sticking up?"
Drinkin gin outta a a
Tenth-century English cup
Fuck shootin - tou cross me
Your head's bein cut (Off wit his head)
My cape is from an African lion eye
From a sacred African tribe
They'll prasie me after I die!
Forty eight frames made from
An elephant's tusk motor gauges on like the
President or something
Old people lookin like
I know he said something
But go and let him do his thing
He's the east side's king
Please don't try to do it people
Boy this guys out of it
Please don't try to do it people
Oh this guys out of it!
Well, don't try to interview him
Oh this guys out of it!
Only thing he's gonna scream is
(well, well, well, well)
Ohh somebody pass me a lighter
Oh won't you please
Light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire
(Aw, Gordy)
Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah
You defeat me never i was born dead!
Fat nigga with horns in his head
Calls himself the east side
King! He breathes lightning!
You can see electrical currents
When he's rhyming
Skin made of Teflon, he don't need no vest on
He proceeds to get blown
When he bleeds the shit's chrome!
He ain't a human being wait till you see him
He's a true demon he uses trees
To defecate on loose leaf
A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11
With the face of a felon
But a face like a meteor hit him
A Detroit icon!
With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger
Heart of lion
The ghetto messiah! It's on forever
1877, more calm then ya!
Never knew the east side
He would have to run
Calm like a thief in the night
With a mask and a gun
Ohh somebody pass me a lighter (Well)
Oh won't you please
Light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire
(Aw, Gordy)
Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah
Lyrics comin with the strength of ten men
Not even with titanium bones, I'll end them
I'm stopping his men
Now he's breathin slowly i hope he don't pee
On himself when I'm rhymin his
Legs and break one knee a verbal arsonist
My verse it too hot to spit
Burning off all your skin
Murder your ligaments
Why do they call me King?
I ain't self proclaimed
These eyes saw a whole lot of niggas
Die cause they felt the flame
Think I'm talkin just to hear
My motherfucking self talk?
I am to the east side what
Biggie was to New York
Hope I'm lyrically uplifting ya
When I'm dropping this
Stay humble, never arrogant just confident
I just want Detroit to love me
Oh I cry for you
I looked out yelling your name
Ready to die for you
I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you
Oh Detroit, I love you so (Oh! Well)
Ohh somebody pass me a lighter
Oh won't you please
Light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire
(Aw, Gordy)
Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah
I got the scripture of a king
Paint the perfect picture a worthless nigga
Peseants, bow down to my presence
With these two braids sticking up
In case you were wondering "Why in the fuck
Does he have the two braids sticking up?"
Drinkin gin outta a a
Tenth-century English cup
Fuck shootin - tou cross me
Your head's bein cut (Off wit his head)
My cape is from an African lion eye
From a sacred African tribe
They'll prasie me after I die!
Forty eight frames made from
An elephant's tusk motor gauges on like the
President or something
Old people lookin like
I know he said something
But go and let him do his thing
He's the east side's king
Please don't try to do it people
Boy this guys out of it
Please don't try to do it people
Oh this guys out of it!
Well, don't try to interview him
Oh this guys out of it!
Only thing he's gonna scream is
(well, well, well, well)
Ohh somebody pass me a lighter
Oh won't you please
Light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire
(Aw, Gordy)
Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah