Swollen Members, Young Kazh, Tre Nyce - Reclaim the Throne lyrics
[Swollen Members, Young Kazh, Tre Nyce - Reclaim the Throne lyrics]
Nice pistol, mine is chrome
Where'd I get this wrist
Full of shiny stones?
By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
Kingdom come, bass lines
And bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
I'm a jacked up motorhead, yup
Sippin' a soda pop, trouble on my block
Not a shock we don't go to cops
We make house calls with
Shotguns and loaded Glocks
Gold and platinum plaques back to back
'Cause we sold a lot
Everyday I come home with more
Than I left with
Writing raps, settin' traps, getting cash
I'm an expert
A battle axe attached to my necklace
Fuck around, it's a death wish
I'm building with my fans to perfect this
Especially fresh to death
That's what the click is
People saying "Madchild
That white boy's the sickest"
Meticulously particular, I'm kicking up dust
I'm definitely the next to blow
So shut the fuck up
Back to reclaim the throne
But brought some friends along
We got the Bentley, got the Benz
We got the engines on
Bitches in bikinis, studio at the crib
I'm in the hot tub poppin' pills
And eatin' ribs with a bib
I'm drinking Pepsi watching Scarface
In the theater room
Two cuties rubbing my shoulders
Putting me in the mood life's good
And I ain't got no problem sharing the wealth
With my bros no point in being
At the top by yourself
Nice whip, yo, mine is fast
Where'd I get this fat pocket full of cash?
From selling llello Mary Jane and Hash
BattleAxe is back and yo we came to smash
Kingdom come, bass lines
And bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Baby, I know you see me
Looking hard through binoculars
Young money, fat knocks, African rocks for ya
KC, BattleAxe, cha ching, we mop it up
Van to T-Dot, nobody stoppin' us
Rappers talk tough
End up calling the cops on us
You rather shoot it out
You don't want to box with us
Pocket full of high notes so
I call it the opera
Mobster, used to eating steaks and lobster
Ayo, my game is proper
And my aim is to gwap up
But, you should never throw
Rocks at the throne
My knights real don like Al Capone
Run up in your crib
Snatch you outta your home
Split your wig and blow your
Mind out of your soul, asshole
I only beef with those impeding my cash flow
I think things through before
Lettin' the Mac go
But oh oh oh no, young Trizzle is not so
Nice pistol, mine is chrome
Where'd I get this wrist
Full of shiny stones?
By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
Kingdom come, bass lines
And bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Where'd I get this wrist
Full of shiny stones?
By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
Kingdom come, bass lines
And bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
I'm a jacked up motorhead, yup
Sippin' a soda pop, trouble on my block
Not a shock we don't go to cops
We make house calls with
Shotguns and loaded Glocks
Gold and platinum plaques back to back
'Cause we sold a lot
Everyday I come home with more
Than I left with
Writing raps, settin' traps, getting cash
I'm an expert
A battle axe attached to my necklace
Fuck around, it's a death wish
I'm building with my fans to perfect this
Especially fresh to death
That's what the click is
People saying "Madchild
That white boy's the sickest"
Meticulously particular, I'm kicking up dust
I'm definitely the next to blow
So shut the fuck up
Back to reclaim the throne
But brought some friends along
We got the Bentley, got the Benz
We got the engines on
Bitches in bikinis, studio at the crib
I'm in the hot tub poppin' pills
And eatin' ribs with a bib
I'm drinking Pepsi watching Scarface
In the theater room
Two cuties rubbing my shoulders
Putting me in the mood life's good
And I ain't got no problem sharing the wealth
With my bros no point in being
At the top by yourself
Nice whip, yo, mine is fast
Where'd I get this fat pocket full of cash?
From selling llello Mary Jane and Hash
BattleAxe is back and yo we came to smash
Kingdom come, bass lines
And bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Baby, I know you see me
Looking hard through binoculars
Young money, fat knocks, African rocks for ya
KC, BattleAxe, cha ching, we mop it up
Van to T-Dot, nobody stoppin' us
Rappers talk tough
End up calling the cops on us
You rather shoot it out
You don't want to box with us
Pocket full of high notes so
I call it the opera
Mobster, used to eating steaks and lobster
Ayo, my game is proper
And my aim is to gwap up
But, you should never throw
Rocks at the throne
My knights real don like Al Capone
Run up in your crib
Snatch you outta your home
Split your wig and blow your
Mind out of your soul, asshole
I only beef with those impeding my cash flow
I think things through before
Lettin' the Mac go
But oh oh oh no, young Trizzle is not so
Nice pistol, mine is chrome
Where'd I get this wrist
Full of shiny stones?
By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
Kingdom come, bass lines
And bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine
We're number one