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(feat. The Furious Five) Aaaaaaah! I'm the King of the Streets Y'all What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you? What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you stupid? To be bad to be born but born to be bad The best emcee the mic ever had I always was famous but never a star A Don Juan, Perignon, Antoine, bourgeois I'm bad without the big fancy cars And the Louis Vuitton to the Yves St. Laurent The higher echelon and the body guards Not like Prince and Michael I come up hard I'm the king of the streets I never meet my match Hanging out in the Fever with AJ Scratch People see me in the movies and on TV But when they see me in the streets see that's the real me So, throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care SongtexteAnd if you wanna' rock a beat with the King of the Street Say Yeah! The King, The King What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you stupid? The King, The King You know, you know, you know what I'm saying The King, The King What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you stupid? The King, The King You know, you know, you know what I'm saying Driving my car wearing my jewelry You can fool the public but you can't fool me Because you made a little album got a royalty check But your friends don't give you no respect Spending my money using my style They wore my crown for a little while They went all around the world thinking their all that But when they saw me on the stage I took it right back Cause I dress like a pimp and I work like a ho And rappin' is the only life I know I got respect on the street so wherever I go And they only get respect when they doin' a show Cause their young dumb try to get some In the process forgot where they come from But what they can't see while their running the game Is that their friends and enemies are the same Cause united we stand divided you fall And I am love and love conquers all I love to turn on the mic and rock the house and come on everybody and help me turn it out And just clap your hands to the beat y'all And let's rock it with the king of the streets y'all You know Melle Mel, you know I rock well Say Yeah! What, what, what, what What, what, what are you stupid? I'm here to take command After I crush him I'm crushing his man I'm gonna' gather his whole crew in a bunch And give them all the Malachi crunch And when I rock them for the people to see I'm gonna kick down his door and rock his family His girl, the nation, his whole generation And I'll even give myself a rock sensation Cause I never had a fight when I'm on the mic I beat a bum like him up just the other night When he opened his eyes all he could see was the referee, the ceiling and me My name is Melvin Glover, I love to be a lover I'm bad and I'm blessed I can always rock a sucker, sucker, sucker MC on the microphone So just give me the mic and get up off my throne What, what, what, what are you What, what, what, what are you stupid? I grew up in the city streets With holes in my clothes bummy shoes on my feet Sometimes when I was hungry there was nothing to eat and other times in the winter there was no heat We would all freeze it was ten degrees I would see my mother bow to her knees She cried then nod then prayed to God That times for the kids wouldn't be so hard But out on the streets a life was rougher The dream of getting rich made a man tougher Twenty might get you forty, forty might get you eighty Eighty for a lady that's five foot shady Staying in the gutter hanging with my brother My pop's got so drunk he use to stutter Beat up on my mother, for no reason why And to this day I try not to get high The streets got it good so I should warn you There's a drug store setup right on the corner Selling dope, smoke, smack and crack a lack a lack The sess mess splif or the chunk chunky black Temptation reached for my vein But I didn't let drugs overcome my brain Because drugs rule the body and mess with your head And makes you part of the living dead But I went to school and I learned too good I learned to understand all that I could Thought I could skip a letter from l to z So I took to the streets for my college degree My teachers were the hustlers, garbage and bums My class was survival and school was the slums Math was counting money large candy no doubt And my homework was knocking sucker niggaz out Gym was when I had to run from the cops And history was who was on top I would hear about the death of the neighborhood crooks I didn't want to be in those history books So I got myself legal as easy as pie A legal crook got a suit and tie Like a crooked politician selling dreams and lies So he can rob you blind then tell you why Get the most for less then pocket the rest Kick backs, hit backs, invest your interest Build a better bomb then raise the tax You know the king would put the truth on wax Because I'm the kind of king that'll open doors Let me live my life and you live yours Do what you wanna' do and don't hurt nobody and come on everybody let's party that party and throw your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care And everybody just freak with the King of the Street Say Oh Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania