King County Chronicles

Lyrics

Yo, check the flow, we reppin’ homies, MCDANIEL THE HOMIE, spittin’ bars, never phony, DAUBENSPECK MY BRODI, holdin’ it tight, REEVE DRINKIN’ 40, sippin’ heavy all night, WICKER THE BIG HOMIE, runnin’ the scene, Crew so clean, we livin’ the dream.
Can’t get faded, can’t get twisted, king county 95, we enlisted, Crips eye my kicks, want my All-Star shine, Bloods tryna snatch my Snicker bar divine, Pecker woods talk, but they don’t want smoke, Ese’s roll deep, catorces provoke. Jumped off the bunk, I ain’t no fool, Slammed his dome, made that bunk bed rule.
Popped that Cholo, hit him clean in the jaw, Cats stood froze, too scared to get raw, Sheriff rolled in, broke the fight on the floor, Still talkin’ slick, ‘cause I’m beggin’ for more. Back in the hood, we cool with the brown, But in these cells, they tryna clown. Jail’s a beast, but I’m built to last, Knuckles stay ready, I’m down for the clash. Holdin’ it down, that’s my word, no bluff, In the hole, bruised up, but my heart stay tough