Who Run This?

With the sonic boom
 Day starts then it turns to night
 We're the ones you listen to when you roll in your ride
 Kingspade's comin by so pick up your pipe
 Kingspade's in the house you know we gonna get high
 So who ya'll wanna know whos runnin this here
 I'm only gonna say it once you better listen real clear
 Kingspade motherfucker, d-loc and richter
 These two white boys back up in the picture
 Back up in that ass like a motherfuckin five pack
 Bringin big class so you better bring a notepad
 Don't make me laugh cause you gonna make real mad
 Wastin all my time while I could have been at camp radd
 So you better pay attention
 Or professor johnny ric's gonna throw you in detention
 Ten deep and when I mention
 Cause I'm back, two more years and I'll be swimmin in this bacon
 Don't give a fuck dog, yeah our shit bump
 Hat flipped up tagged up in the front
 Where the weed at, blow the speakers in the club
 Kingspade klick still serve a cat up
 Fill my cup, so I can drink it all up
 Go back to the bar so I can get some more
 Keep it rough, sandpaper lungs, big joints, hardcore rips and blunts yeah
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 Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker)
 Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker)
 Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker)
 Who run this motherfucker
 Kingspade
 Back the fuck up you know we in the club
 You know kingspade klick be fuckin with blunts
 D-loc, johnny richter, ya'll now the deal
 Cause subnoize music that's for real
 That's hot, ya'll can't get none
 Bump bump bump everybody wanna get dumb
 Come get some, loc gonna pimp one
 Make motherfuckers slip one rip one
 Smoked one in the parking lot
 Like slangin buds I connect the dots
 Like damn boy, shit don't stop
 That thc, pass me the pot
 That's me, pullin in with johnny richter, we ten years deep
 So wheres the weed, hustler baby
 H-u-s-t-l-e-r
 A hustler, and we're still on the block yeah
 Just trying to put some dough in my knot yeah
 Cause I can't see punchin a clock no
 And I can't see pinchin my flow no
 So let's go cause I gotta keep it movin now
 Never like to slow down keep on doin what I'm doin
 Pimp shine, you better ask somebody (better ask somebody) better ask somebody,
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 Took two years off dogg give me a break
 Got a hundred fifty grand sittin in the bank
 We back in business lemme get a witness
 Cause kingspade dropped off ya'll better get this
 Don't flout this cause johnny richters still here like a likeness
 Of a life spent pickin shit
 Fact I know you were thinkin that back in the day when I was killin with confidence
 Chillin here with the hall of fame status ya'll motherfuckers know we the baddest
 Fuck ya'll faggots, eat a dick
 Kingspade shit d-loc johnny ric
 D-loc j-ric yeah, two of the sickest
 Kids from p-town I know you gonna feel this
 I come with it and deal with it
 But keep it concealed get caught on the drop big trouble come real quick
 My games real sick, I stay untouchable
 My klicks real big, and so I gotta roll
 Avoidin all pigs, because I'm holdin dro
 I should'nthave to ask ya'll should already know
 Who the fuck I be when I roll up on the spot
 And who the fuck I be when this funky kush drops
 So who the fuck are you gettin all up in my face
 Actin all real tough you don't run this place bitch
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