Reclaim the Throne (Armed to the Teeth 2009)

Текст песни Swollen Members feat Tre Nyce, Young Kazh - Reclaim the Throne (Armed to the Teeth 2009)

Nice pistol, mine is chrome
Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones?
By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
Kingdom come, bass lines, and bring them drums
This is game time, play mine, we're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine, we're number one

I'm a jacked up motorhead, yup
Sippin' a soda pop, trouble on my block
Not a shock we don't go to cops
We make house calls with shotguns and loaded Glocks
Gold and platinum plaques back to back 'cause we sold a lot

Every day, I come home with more than I left with
Writing raps, settin' traps, getting cash, I'm an expert
A battleaxe attached to my necklace
Fuck around, it's a death wish
I'm building with my fans to perfect this

Especially fresh to death, that's what the click is
People saying "Madchild, that white boy's the sickest"
Meticulously particular, I'm kicking up dust
I'm definitely the next to blow, so shut the fuck up

Back to reclaim the throne, but brought some friends along
We got the Bentley, got the Benz, we got the engines on
Bitches in bikinis, studio at the crib
I'm in the hot tub poppin' pills and eatin' ribs with a bib
I'm drinking Pepsi watching Scarface in the theatre room
Two cuties rubbing my shoulders, putting me in the mood
Life's good, and I ain't got no problem sharing the wealth
With my bros, no point in being at the top by yourself

Nice whip, yo, mine is fast
Where'd I get this fat pocket full of cash?
From selling yayo, Mary Jane and hash
Battleaxe is back and yo', we came to smash
Kingdom come, bass lines, and bring them drums
This is game time, play mine, we're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine, we're number one

Baby, I know you see me
Looking hard through binoculars
Young money, fat knocks, African rocks for ya
KC, Battleaxe, cha-ching, we mop it up
Van to T-Dot, nobody stoppin' us

Rappers talk tough, end up calling the cops on us
You rather shoot it out
You don't want to box with us
Pocket full of high notes, so I call it the opera
Mobster, used to eating steaks and lobster

Ay, yo, my game is proper, and my aim is to gwap up
You should never throw rocks at the throne
My knight's real don like Al Capone
Run up in your crib, snatch you outta your home
Split your wig and blow your mind out of your soul, asshole
I only beef with those impeding my cash flow
I think things through before lettin' the Mac go
But oh-oh-oh-no, young Trizzle is not so

Nice pistol, mine is chrome
Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones?
By writin' these live hooks, rhymes and poems
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
Kingdom come, bass lines, and bring them drums
This is game time, play mine, we're number one
Kingdom come, bass lines, bring them drums
This is game time, play mine, we're number one
We're number one