Who the king, who the king, who the king, who?
Who's the king?
You're the king if you can sing like the king of rock and roll
Filled with soul and all * up and demoralized
Like the king you're only here for the crown
Your own grace man,
your body never found I smell a rat up
the back but not the former champion
The hardest man alive's in an Indiana
prison What does Donnie do about that?
He leaves his main men a rot as his pockets grow fat
Don't snooze, you gotta make your moves
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
But still Rodney King got treated like dirt
And why can't we all get along?
But get along with the cop that beats you like a dog
Jumpin' high with pride in the red,
wet,
and blue
The thrills, the spills, of a rocky cycle dude
The king,
dead,
devil,
took it to another level Evil,
good evil,
the well-paid rebel
Don't snooze,
you gotta make your moves Nobody moves,
nobody gets hurt
Don't snooze,
you gotta make your moves Nobody moves,
nobody gets
Say Doggy Dog,
you are no other king But a jingalingaling,
your money's go bell ring
But I press you up in a one-way,
my gun shall be bring Say touch the red,
game jam,
and that's not the way you sing
Even though you'd come check the listing They want Michael Jackson,
not the king of the pop
They want Donnie,
you want no kickbacks Elvis Pratt,
he not the king of the rock
Say Rodney MC,
they want the king of hip-hop But a Doggy Dog,
they want the king of the cop
Say Lockie, you hear, say Don, but I ain't top,
but I ain't top