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letra de the kings of the streets - dj kay slay

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[intro: dj khaled & (dj kay slay)]
ayo kay slay (yo)
i ain’t no rapper, but i shit on some rappers
i’m better than most of ’em rappers out there
i don’t see ’em, this dj khaled (rhyme or die)
about my money, i’mma talk my life on this
ayo young sy what they do boy?
new york miami connection
imma go in, this is some real shit

[verse 1: dj khaled]
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 pac-man
iced out black diamonds in the black band
all black six deuce with the curtains closed
all black six deuce 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 f-ck boys
we got way more hits for you f-ck boys
streets talking told me “khaled now you got the power”
cause we the best when you hear this playing the drama hour

[hook: fly nate, dj drama & both]
we the reason
you throw your hands in the air
ballers poppin’ bottles, pretty women everywhere
we the reason
you know you rock wit’ millionaires
like you motherf-ckers don’t see us over here!
we the reason
strippers bouncing to the beat
bullets make it rain seven days of the week
we the reason
we the reason
so pay homage, to the kings of the streets

[verse 2: dj kay slay]
i came through the door, na, that’s rakim line
i kick through the door, now that style more like mine
stuntin’ all the time, god cypher the rhyme
educating these savages, than pushing the lines
the truth of living, i keep a dime by my side
straight stuntin’ magazine, you know how i ride!
dj kay slay, from around the way
aka, slap your favorite dj
but that’s some old shit
we getting money right now
real bosses on this track who’ll be shuttin’ it down
so bring that wax back, the spray cans, the break dance
the real mcs, the djs with fast hands
i live for this shit, i die for the game
new york motherf-cker, i ride with no lames
warning, warning, warning
sound the alarm, the drama king is in the building
it’s about to be on

[hook: fly nate, dj drama & both]
we the reason
you throw your hands in the air
ballers poppin’ bottles, pretty women everywhere
we the reason
you know you rock wit’ millionaires
like you motherf-ckers don’t see us over here!
we the reason
strippers bouncing to the beat
bullets make it rain seven days of the week
we the reason
we the reason
so pay homage, to the kings of the streets

[verse 3: dj doo wop]
this that crème de la crème (uh)
the mixtape equivalent of nas, big pun, jay-z and em
friends, slash co-defenders stay away from feds
commission of cut, m-sses at the round table breaking bread (cheers)
slay brought some models to the lab, and they bad
it’s like a taller in this b-tch, a lot of paper and -ss (make it rain)
mad profits off 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 nigga how to traffic
but i took another lane (okay)
and applied to this game without master (who was you?)
first name soul, (uh) last name cl-ssic (woo)
aka top five, dead or alive
i play different, a lot of niggas could dunk
there’s only one blake griffin (kna’ what i mean?)
play a player position, to go another direction
stop trying to pull the gun in my session (get outta here)

[hook: fly nate, dj drama & both]
we the reason
you throw your hands in the air
ballers poppin’ bottles, pretty women everywhere
we the reason
you know you rock wit’ millionaires
like you motherf-ckers don’t see us over here!
we the reason
strippers bouncing to the beat
bullets make it rain seven days of the week
we the reason
we the reason
so pay homage, to the kings of the streets

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