(Pop that fly shit, daddy Clark-Clark-Clark-Clark Kent'll make it hot) [Verse 1: Oran "Juice" Jones] Owwwwwww Let me take your time, baby to tell you
Bucker, I'll beat yo' bad ass Ain't no other kings in this rap thing they siblings Nothin' but my children one shot they disappearin' Ain't no kings
to kissin', I just got to keep insistin' Oh, baby, you sure do swing When it comes to kissin', I just got to keep insistin' Oh Daddy, you are the king
money monye To buy you things. Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the kings horses and all the kings
seven diamond rings To wear upon his toes. The King snagged his foot on the royal red rug And crumpled up his nose. The seventh son of the Alligator King
it comes to rocking And natural finger popping Baby, you sure do swing And when it comes to rocking And natural finger popping Daddy, you're the king
in the morning you'll see I'm gone And check it out girl, you're all alone 'Cause you just been hit by the Capricorn King I rocked you gentle, I rocked
the side by a pretty one Like whats good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me' My diamonds sing, my weed is rap Call me weezy the king
king and approached you smelling like onion rings would she do half the things she done to me [Chorus:] If I could'ntgive you the finer thangs, the money and the whips and the diamond
Like a mattress from Sing Sing or way down to Comstock These bitches call me bling king, I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle diamonds all over niggas
validate, I'm icey like carrot cake Different color diamonds make me look like a salad plate I'm straight out the alley way It's the nigga ya daddy hate
my breathe is on Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions Coflow providing dj's with turntable weapons Snatch that, disco daddy, father
and 538 stars Some shimmered and shined like big diamond rings Some sank into the milky way He old me about the one who led the three kings To the stable
City] That boy, I see ya lil daddy That grill, I see ya lil daddy That truck, I see ya lil daddy Them grillz, I see ya lil daddy Got a deal, now it's
all the dons, dope fiends and hoes Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem some low What the deal daddy
card but i go hard tamale stashed in my tank of gas i got that work my birdies chirp So fresh So Clean Like A Kumbia King but thats alright my diamonds
dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy