King Kong lyrics

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
King Kong ain't got sh*t on me, bosses in C.O.B
Crawlin' through East Long Beach, enemies cross em, enemies gon' be
Free fallin', n*gga we ballin', n*gga he Jordan, n*gga we Kobe
We bosses in C.O.B, King Kong ain't got sh*t on me, on me, on me, on me
King Kong ain't got sh*t on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me
We bosses in C.O.B, King Kong ain't got sh*t on me

[Demetrius Capone]
I cough up a lung where I'm from, I throw up my set
Dirty money, filthy rich, hustle connects
Columbian neck tie your jugular, what you expect
It's russian roulette, f*ckin' with us, you a glutton for punishment
I'm f*ckin' sh*t up, you get bludgeoned to death
f*ck slumber, I'm the cousin of death, huggin' my tech
I make your heart freeze, your cardiac under arrest
Heart attack, you're clutchin' your chest
Wait a minute, from daylight to late night
Strays'll make like planes and take flight, the gang is ape-like
You be in them gay pride parades, I can't lie
In the cryin' gang, gettin' raped, no K-Y
My gun say "aloha", that mean it say "hi" but at the same time it say "bye", ok die
I been doin' this sh*t since I was yay high
You the sh*t? you smoke, yay, you yay' high

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
I give a f*ck if you a goon and grimy, doesn't matter
Go home and dig for gold, mind your f*ckin' manners
No sex scene but I'll shoot a f*ckin' clip like I'm behind the f*ckin' cameras
But my clips are the kind that's f*ckin' bananas
I'm kickin' it with n*ggas who kick it and n*ggas who bigot and thinkin that this n*gga too wicked
n*gga we throw up signs quicker than n*ggas who picket
You spittin' that G sh*t, meet the n*ggas who live it
n*gga, blaow, y'all target f*ckin' practice
I'm f*ckin' actresses, you just some f*ckin' actors
You cuff, I f*ck, you got it f*ckin' backwards
I doggystyled your b*tch, she got it f*ckin' backwards
Yeah, as the shells keep drippin', slippin'
No the hell he isn't, sittin' in Hell's kitchen
Carefree, my L-B fitted sittin' low, I'm good, you couldn't tell me different n*gga

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]

[Demetrius Capone]
Me and this n*gga Dice finna f*ckin' spazz
Untouchable Gang, you f*ckin' lames can't f*ck with half
No 2 n*ggas sicker even if you went to the f*ckin' past
With a flux capacitor and snatched up Kurupt and Daz

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
Whoop your monkey ass, brass knuckle scuffle when we scrap
Touchin' youngsters fast once I blast Sandusky straps
Cut your kinfolks like Chris Stokes
[Demetrius Capone]
It's a mummy wrap

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
n*gga come jump in the front, we finna go hunt, we finna go f*ckin' smash

[Demetrius Capone]
You n*ggas can run if you want but the gunman is gonna be catchin' pricks
n*ggas is runnin' for nothin' like a woman that wanna be president

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
My gun'll be wreckin' sh*t, you're still on the run
I'm really Atilla the Hun, then I be drillin' your hun
Like a slave yo, this n*gga is hung

[Demetrius Capone]
This n*gga is sick as they come

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
n*gga I'm a different case, n*gga don't screw your face cuz I screw your b*tch's face
Give that b*tch a taste, f*ck you and your fanbase
n*gga you run with fags, call that sh*t a drag race
(Wait wait) I am here to kill the Leviathan, you entered the lion's den
Over your head, I shine brighter than a diamond diadem
We fight fire with fire, so call us firefighters then
Like a fireman, I hope you fighters got an iron chin
[Demetrius Capone]
I am not a positive n*gga, except when I kick them styles that got a house in Virginia
I hit your crown, make you forget how to remember
I'm sick, low down, and cold, I flew south for the winter
Mix these styles in a blender

[Hook: Demetrius capone]