Текст песни The King Of The Streets

[DJ Khaled]
Hey oh, Kay Slay!
I ain't no rapper, but I shit on some rappers
I'm better than most of 'em rappers out there!
Oh… it DJ Khaled, Drama
About my money, I'mma chop my life on this!
Hey, yall.. what they do boy?
New York money connection.
I'm a Korean, this is some real shit!
I can see the money coming from a mile away
I can see the money coming from a mile away
Drop a hundred racks, put it on pack, man
High style, black diamonds in the black pan
All black six.. with the curtains closed
All black six.. with the curtains closed
Pulling up to my estate, I'm in this state of mine
Expanding my business, now every state is mine
More hits for you fuck boys
We got way more hits for you fuck boys
Streets talking told me Khaled now you got the power
Cause we're the best when you're here, is playing the drama.

Chorus:
[Fly Nate]
We're the reason,
You throw your hands in the air
Models popping bottles, pretty women everywhere
We're the reason,
You know you're rocking millionaires
Like you mother fuckers don't see us over here!
We're the reason,
Strippers bouncing into the beat
Bullets make it rain seven days of the week.
We're the reason
We're the reason
So pay homage to the king of the streets!

[DJ Kay Slay]
I came through the door, now, that's Rakeem line!
I kick through the door now that's sound more like mine
Studing all the time...
..educating these savages, they're pushing the lines.
The truth of living, I keep it down by my side
Straight stuntin magazine, you know how I ride!
DJ can't slay from around the ay
Aka, Slap your favorite DJ!
But that's some more shit!
We're getting money right now!
Real bosses on this track who'll be sucking it down
So bring that .. the break dance
The real MCs, the DJs with fast hands
I live for this shit, I die for the gameDj Kay Slay - The King Of The Streets - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dj-kay-slay/the-king-of-the-streets-lyrics.html
New York mother fucker, I ride with no lames!
Warning, warning, warning
..the drama king is in the building
It's about to be on!

Chorus:
We're the reason,
You throw your hands in the air
Models popping bottles, pretty women everywhere
We're the reason,
You know you're rocking millionaires
Like you mother fuckers don't see us over here!
We're the reason,
Strippers bounce into the beat
Bullets make it rain seven days of the week.
We're the reason
We're the reason
So pay homage to the king of the streets!

[Dj DooWop]
This la creme de la creme
The mix-tape equivalent of Nas, Big Pun Jay-Z and Em
Friends/co-defenders, stay away from fans
Commissions of cut masters at the round table breaking bread!
Slay boss models to the lab, and they baddest like ... a lot of paper and ass.
Make it rain! Main profit of the black market, but I'm so hood!
Drop my box, caught it walking down the red carpet (my bad)
Can't forget where I came from
The block showed the nigger how to traffic
But I took another lane
And applied to this game without master
(who was you?)
First name: Soul, last name: Classic
Aka top five, dead or alive
I play different, a lot of niggers could dump this and
There's only one play griffin
Play the player position, to go in other direction
Stop trying to pull the gun in my session.

Chorus:
We're the reason,
You throw your hands in the air
Models popping bottles, pretty women everywhere
We're the reason,
You know you're rocking millionaires
Like you mother fuckers don't see us over here!
We're the reason,
Strippers bounce into the beat
Bullets make it rain seven days of the week.
We're the reason
We're the reason
So pay homage to the king of the streets!