Текст песни King Without a Crown - Swade , Thi'sl , Corey Paul
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
Yeah
Ride
around
with
the
top
laid
back
Let
it
knock
boy,
I′m
back
and
I
love
my
city
Got
a
heart
like
'Pac
for
the
block
But
your
boy
big
and
black
like
Biggie
Got
the
dope
boys
with
me,
so
the
po-po
see
me
And
they
gotta
pull
me
over
cuz
they
think
I′m
riding
around
with
the
.4-4
with
me
I
don't
do
it
for
the
glory,
boy
I
do
it
for
the
king
And
I
don't
bang
for
the
hood,
but
I
do
it
for
the
streets
And
I
do
it
for
my
mama,
all
the
nights
she
sleep
And
I
do
it
for
my
kids,
cuz
my
kids
gotta
eat
Granny
in
the
kitchen,
whipping
them
turnips
She
told
me
God
got
me,
I
told
her
I
turn
up
Over
beats
I
turn
up,
in
the
streets
I
turn
up
Matter
fact
imma
change
my
name,
from
now
on
you
can
call
me
Turn
Up
Whatever
you
thinking
and
you
believeing,
I
am,
I′m
not
Unless
you
thinking
and
you
believing
I
am,
I′m
hot
Set
this
world
on
fire,
you
can
feel
the
heat
You
die
for
that
crown,
mine
at
his
feet
I
throw
my
crown
on
the
ground
And
place
it
at
your
feet
While
I'm
out
here
tryin′
to
get
it
Make
sure
all
my
people
believe
I'm
never
down
for
the
count
And
I
never
know
defeat
I′m
mobbing
through
the
city
And
these
people
watching
me
But
I'm
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
But
I′m
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
But
I'm
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
But
I'm
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
Give
me
5 dollars
on
pump
eight
Transmission
slipping
we
stayed
Ran
a
little
late,
we
straight
Cuz
momma
made
sure
we
ate
I
was
about
9 years
old
when
my
daddy
got
found
Noose
wrapped
around
his
neck
in
the
attic
of
the
house
Knew
then
that
the
devil
would
thrill
as
the
blood
congealed
He
kept
the
weapon
concealed
You
swear
to
God
he
had
gills
Reptilian,
cold
blooded
killer
and
his
co-defendant
looked
familiar
Say
it
look
like
me,
say
it
look
like
you
If
it
look
like
a
felon
then
my
cousin
got
two
My
brother
got
one,
and
my
partner
got
three
I′m
trying
to
explain
to
these
g′s
we
kings
but
A
ten
dollar
rock
turn
a
pretty
prom
queen
To
a
beggin'
dope
fiend
on
Martin
Luther
King
Lord
please
I′ll
place
my
crown
at
your
feet,
If
I
don't
know
where
my
crown
is
Whole
genealogy
full
of
ideology,
now
I
don′t
know
which
crown
which
How
am
I
successful
with
this
robe
and
scepter
I'm
the
reason
the
king
was
murked
I
don′t
know
what
you
know
But
I'm
the
one
way,
way
back
in
the
church
still
smelling
like
purp
And
you
say
that
you
do,
and
my
crown
made
of
gold
And
my
daddy
is
a
king,
and
I'm
right
I
really
deserve
guilt
But
the
one
that
was
murked,
he
died
for
me
And
brings
a
king
to
his
knees,
and
my
crown
to
your
feet
Lord,
take
all
that
I
got,
you
know
Prostrate
position,
face
down
on
the
ground
Like
the
law
just
hit
that
block
I
throw
my
crown
on
the
ground
And
place
it
at
your
feet
While
I′m
out
here
tryin′
to
get
it
Make
sure
all
my
people
believe
I'm
never
down
for
the
count
And
I
never
know
defeat
I′m
mobbing
through
the
city
And
these
people
watching
me
But
I'm
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
But
I′m
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
But
I'm
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
But
I′m
a
King
without
a
crown,
a
king
without
a
crown
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