King Gordy Lyrics - Pass Me A Lighter lyrics

Pass Me A Lighter lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:King Gordy Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
I got to be bout the meanest ever
You defeat me never
I was born dead!
Fat nigga with horns in his head
Calls himself the east side King! He breathes lightning!
You can see electrical currents when hes rhyming
Skin made of Teflon, he dont need no vest on
He proceeds to get blown, when he bleeds the shits chrome!
He aint a human being. Wait till you see him
Hes a true demon
he uses trees
to defecate on loose-leaf
A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11
With the face of a felon, but a face like a meteor hit him
A Detroit icon!
With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger, heart of lion
The ghetto messiah! Its on forever
1877, more calm then ya!
Never knew the east side, he would have to run
Calm like a thief in the night with a mask and a gun

[Chorus]
Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter (Well)
Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me (Tell em why!)
So I can get high and start spittin the f ire (Aw, Gordy!)
Let these niggaz know why they call you siah

[Verse 2]
Lyrics comin with the strength of ten men
Not even with titanium bones, Ill end them
Im stopping his men, now hes breathin slowly
I hope he dont pee
on himself when Im rhymin his legs and break one knee
A verbal arsonist, my verse it too hot to spit
Burning off all your skin, murder your ligaments
Why do they call me King? I aint self proclaimed
These eyes saw a whole lot of niggaz die cause they felt the flame
Think Im talkin just to hear my motherfucking self talk?
I am to the east side what Biggie was to New York
Hope Im lyrically uplifting ya when Im dropping this
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Stay humble, never arrogant. Just confident
I just want Detroit to love me, oh I cry for you
I looked out yelling your name, ready to die for you
I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you
Oh Detroit, I love you so (Oh! Well....)

[Chor us]
Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter
Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me. (Tell em why!)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire. (Aw, Gordy!)
Let these niggaz know why they call you siah

[Verse 3]
I got the scripture of a king, paint the perfect picture
A worthless nigga
Peseants, bow down to my presence
With these two braids sticking up
In case you were wondering Why in the fuck
does he have the two braids sticking up?
Drinkin gin outta a a tenth-century English cup
Fuck shootin - tou cross me, your heads bein cut (Off wit his head!)
My cape is from an African lion eye, from a sacred African tribe
Theyll prasie me after I die!
Forty eight frames made from an elephants tusk
Motor gauges on like the president or something
Old people lookin like, I know he said something
But go and let him do his thing
Hes the east sides king
Please dont try to do it people, boy this guys out of it
Please do nt try to do it people, oh this guys out of it!
Well, dont try to interview him, oh this guys out of it!
Only thing hes gonna scream is (well, well, well, well)

[Chorus]
Ohh... somebody pass me a lighter
Oh wont you please light this blunt up for me (Tell em why!)
So I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!)
Let these niggaz know why they call you siah