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king fantastic - why? where? what? lyrics

[verse 1]
we can do it how you wanna do it n-gga
the k!lla on the reese is well earned go figure
i ain’t scared of sh-t with a heartbeat
i’m a head-busta holmes it takes nada to spark me
we revolutionized gangster sh-t
them flags flying let you know that you in la trick
and you so disco cookie-cutter nabisco
boy i run with ex-felons who got nothing to live for
straight-faced dumb-dumbs anti-social
don’t like no one if they not locals
not too vocal, they don’t say much
rude and stand-off-ish, they don’t play much
i will say this, if you play this
i can shake your brain loose of all that g-y sh-t
i’m a real nig on that back-in-the-day sh-t
smoke a sherm stick hop out the regal and spray sh-t
me and my amigos the ones i call friends
are a pack of wild n-ggas all real men
not all of them will shoot but all of them will thump
and we will turn this party out you ain’t lookin at no punks
that la gang bang culture is in us
started in the 70s and it ain’t finished
big homie die lil homie replenish
place in society, god d-mned menace

[prehook]
i’m not braggin, i’m confessin, the why where and what i am reppin
southern california stand the f-ck up we at war little buddy time to buck up

[hook]
i’m fascinated by that gangsta sh-t
always been a fan of that gangsta sh-t
you can count me in if its gangsta sh-t
just for the rush i do gangsta sh-t
been to the box twice over gangsta sh-t
almost lost my life on that gangsta sh-t
i pulled my wife talking gangsta sh-t
i don’t mind the price of that gangsta sh-t

[verse 2]
back in 9th grade i discovered my knuckles
caught him clean on the chin, watched him buckle
next day him and his minions rushed me
he wanna run it back he -ssumed i got lucky
i dropped my backpack pulled my pants up
closed my hands up and beat that man up
won’t be a day that maurice don’t stand up
i’ll go to h-ll before i f-ck my brand up
practice what i preach, preach what i practice
violence is the equalizer no tax brackets
very little arguing sock that f-ggot and
run his f-ckin pockets to support your habits

[prehook]

[posthook]
i’m not braggin, i’m confessin, the why where and what i am reppin
southern california stand the f-ck up we at war little buddies time to buck up

- king fantastic lyrics

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