Kingspade Follow The Leader

Follow the leader… follow the leader… follow the leader… don’t follow the leader

[Hook:]

Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

[JR:]

We got our brothers and sisters fightin everyday, over the World Trade Centers fallin down that September day, but who’s to blame for that catastrophe? If his name is Bin Laden why the fuck is he free? How come we haven’t caught the real villain in court, send his ass up the river with no sign of remorse? Because an eye for an eye is real easy to say, I’ll tell you how I really felt for that bitch on that 9/11 day (fuck him) a September it’s hard to remember, but I remember all the troops that were sent ta, Iraq after, Suddam Hussein, when we should’ve been huntin down the ones who really crashed those planes. Into the N.Y.C. skyline, but we failed, and now we in worst shit for high prices for oil, my blood runs red white and blue through and through but how can you trust a government that just lies to you?

[Hook:] Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

[DL:]

Fuck the bullshit last years been headed in, fuck Bin Laden and Suddam’s country’s captains, punk motherfuckers try to stab get popped, reppin U.S.A. for all cards all costs. Get caught or don’t get caught, I suggest you to lay low, or get dropped, (follow the leader) run with us, KingSpade callin out suckers bluff like, ” bitch what? ” . we got a big army, got big clicks, got tanks, camo’d out with old school banana clips. Bombs drop on Baghdad M-16’s pop off in that castle don’t get up in a game of grab-ass, you fuckin fags, I rep a flag that’s red, white, and blue, got 50 stars and stripes, don’t care about any country’s troops, find your body bag, we comin after you.

[Hook:]

Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

[JR:]

It’s time to open up your eyes and go seek the truth, meanin your life and all the things that really matter to you. don’t answer to the masses go and learn for yourself, instead of following the leader influenced by wealth. Who really pays the costs at the end of the day, from global warmin to federal rumor we’re headed the wrong way. There’s no end in sight to the destruction of the people, cause the leader will be alive hell-bent, and full of evil.

[DL:]

For the soldiers overseas I wanna get some love caps, fightin for our country dog, we after blood. I wanna thank y’all, you wanna talk about tough, we get em all, hang them motherfuckers up, it’s the law, by the neck, we gonna weigh these deflections, no time to stall, it’s the U.S.A. we gonna rep the rags til the day we all fall til the day we all fall.

[Hook:]

Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

Follow the leader, that what they teach you,

Follow the leader, be part of their group.

Follow the leader, that’s what undone you,

Don’t follow the leader, go seek your own truth.

Kingspade Dreams

One day when I’m older

Yeah when I grow up

(Ey yall)

Just a young buck growing up living fast

18 years old know it all on the gas

Big dreams of being a superstar

Having nice things and

A pocket full of cash

Basketball, baseball, rapper, an actor whatever

Whatevers gunna make my life better if it last

Big house, nice cars, nice brawl

You know every kids dream as so it seems

I mean come on now people all around doing big things

Best friends getting rich

Neighbors turn athletes, clothing companies, million dollar factories

Actually everybody say it with me

If you really want to be you could be what you wanna be

That’s the life if it just gets tight

Work hard and you could be a role model

Let’s do it

[Chorus]

One day when I’m older

(Imma buy a thousand houses and drive a thousand cars)

Yeah when I grow up

(Imma play point guard for the NBA)

One day when I’m older

(Imma fly a airplane and go around the world)

Yeah when I grow up

Yeah you’ll see every kid has a dream

When I was just a young buck in the single digits

I had too many thoughts on life and how to live it

So many dreams and different things I wanted to be

But that’s what you’ll be young and freedom of dream

I remember I wanted to be a fireman

So I can help people out around the sirens

Next day played football between streets knots

Next day wake up imam be your next doc

Cram through the air and hold up the dirt

Keeping up playing if it didn’t even hurt

Riding home with my knee and elbow making blood

Know I wanna see moms imam get a lot of love

Never ever know what’s up in national news

Only thing you worry about is the school lunch menus

Eating all the places and being captain of the team

First ten years of life is a beautiful thing

[Chorus]

One day when I’m older

(Imma be a superstar so I can make a lot of money)

Yeah when I grow up

(Imma player 3d base for the California Angels)

One day when I’m older

(Imma sail around the world and do my own thing)

Yeah when I grow up

You’ll see every kid has a dream

You see me making moves, and 1, and 2

3, 4’s never no time to sleep

Ricky and mommy living the dream caught now

(Kingspade)

That’s what its gunna be

I never know nothin’ else and

I never finished school but

I’m smarter then the average bigs and that’s boo boo

Dreams do come true

A living proof cuz I’m making money

Doing what I love to do

Dreams come true

Yeah dreams come true

Yeah you’ll see every kid has a dream

I said dreams come true

Dreams come true

Yeah you’ll see every kid has a dream

[Chorus]

One day when I’m older

(Imma buy a thousand houses and drive a thousand cars)

Yeah when I grow up

(Imma play point guard for the NBA)

One day when I’m older

(Imma fly a airplane and go around the world)

Yeah when I grow up

Yeah you’ll see every kid has a dream

One day when I’m older

(Imma be a superstar so I can make a lot of money)

Yeah when I grow up

(Imma player 3d base for the California Angels)

One day when I’m older

(Imma sail around the world and do my own thing)

Yeah when I grow up

Yeah you’ll see every kid has a dream

Kingspade Spaded, Jaded & Faded

[Chorus 2x]

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade

‘Cuz we Be spaded, jaded and faded. All Day

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade

‘Cuz We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded

[D-Loc]

Its the mother fuckin’ jump off

Whole scene lock down

Shaking people up gettin ready for the knockdown

Kingspade clique

You know D-Loc and Johnny Rich

Passin’ blunts back and forth drinkin’ bud lights and shit

You bout to flip the script, put a foot up your ass

Treat you like a bitch, you gettin fucked in the back

im done with you

I just nutted on you

You’re like a big pile of shit I call it dog doodoo

[Richter]

Well i’ll run up and spit game at any hot actress (whatchu drinkin?)

This aint a claim I be sticken em like cactus

Richter be pimpin buck wild and goin crazy

But I always seem to be going home with lots of ladies

Playin’ strip pool, dropping panties like its payday

GO on the flesh my nickname thats what they all say

And on my trick shots I be mimicing the mils

And if theres money on the line then my game is strictly biz

[chorus 2x]

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade

‘Cuz we Be spaded, jaded and faded, All Day

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade

‘Cuz We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded

[Richter]

I got a bag of skittles in my right

Yipe and weed in the left

Your doe and ID is a must

Gotta always check my cellphones pager (remember rockin pagers?)

Now it’s nextels and two ways but who will save ya

When you lose your lifeline to the party hotline

Get dropped to the bottom of the list falling way behind

Feels like living in the past, angry chillin at your pad

With nothin’ to do feelin’ like an outcast

[D-Loc]

D-Loc never gave a shit and a flying fuck

And everytime I bust all you bustas better duck

It’s like shootin’ ducks with my 12 gauge pump

And if you wanna jump these pumps gettin’ dumped

Blasted like my spray painted t-shirt

Dragonworks, DGAF, D-Loc stencil

Branded

Like those words comin out your mouth

Imbeded in my brain, this time i cant handle it.

[Chorus 2x]

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade

‘Cuz we Be spaded, jaded and faded, All Day

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade

‘Cuz We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded

[D-Loc]

(hey you mother fuckers!)

People talking shit

These busta bitches acting stupid

You can take your nap quick just listen to the music

I aint sayin’ no names but you dont know who your fucki’n with

D double dash mother fuckers get their wig split

I’m on some DGAF shit

Throw your mother fuckin hands up if you feelin it

Quick to trip on a punk bitch

You ran and slipped

Slipped and said they call him

And he’s like 56

[Richter]

Now we got everything that you wish you had (straight laughing)

To go with the block and yes we got the sickest pad

Moon spa in the back

Tile floor dont trip

Kingspade is movin’ in

It’s D-Loc and J-Rich

Running any scene cuz we fly so fresh, in-style

Plus my arms all green and it makes the ladies smile

And I be smiling back flirtin’ with the hottest bitch

Pull her over to my table and start things off with a kiss (On my dick!)

[chorus 2x]

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, Kingspade

‘Cuz we Be spaded, jaded and faded, All Day

So who be spaded, jaded and faded, KingSpade

‘Cuz We be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded

Kingspade

All day

‘Cuz we be faded and faded and faded, faded and faded and faded

Kingspade Keep Risin

[Chorus]

We got the top popped back

And the sun is shinning

D-Loc and Richter on the Pavment grindin

Rims spinnin so much chrome its blindin

There aint no Denyin

You know we high ridin

Front dump bumps on the ground flyin

Bus(?) in the back

But im right behind him

we goin to the top

cause we keep on climbin

Never fallin behind

KingSpade is Risin’

[D-Loc]

You know D-Loc’s always bumpin

System stays bangin

Mobbin through the IE

hittin switches clamin

My rear view mirror

shits always shakin

these fools rolled up

tryin to clown off some dank an

[Richter]

An if you a

Tailgater then you gettin Brake checked

the 7 4 V-Dub be runnin like a Bat

its a straight sail cruiser

easy as she goes

and you better not bruise her

or we goin straight to blows

[D-Loc]

Well my 66 stay dump all chrome amps

Surf Rakcs, New paint, 13’s no dents

gangster

cause thats the way i be mashin

hittin switches through the intersection

back end draggin

[Richter]

I got my

Ride saggin like my pants or my shorts

with tha bumper on the ground

custom speakers in the doors

12’s bangin in the back

its a big ass bass tube

so you better brake hard when you hear the

woo woo

[Chorus]

We got the top popped back

And the sun is shinning

D-Loc and Richter on the Pavment grindin

Rims spinnin so much chrome its blindin

There aint no Denyin

You know we high ridin

Front dump bumps on the ground flyin

Bus(?) in the back

But im right behind him

we goin to the top

cause we keep on climbin

Never fallin behind

KingSpade is Risin’

[Richter]

Nevermind why the side door pops open

and never mind why from front to back its slopin

and dont worry bout what underneath the seats

or how the insides done up in two tone tweeds

forget about the knockin from the CD changer

or the system i had done not the audio chamber

and dont worry bout why the middle seat is missin

the back turns into a bed for those late night missions

[D-Loc]

You know Loc stays in the cut

you know the seats laid back

hat to the side

got an arm full of tats

Kottonmouth Represent

KMK on my stomach

Miller on my chest SubNoize on my wrists

Dloc on my lip

California in the Ditch

Date of birth on my neck

7 7 Represent

Knuckles all blasted

me and my sis all up

we go tthe top down

pop back

we dont give a fuck

[Chorus]

We got the top popped back

And the sun is shinning

D-Loc and Richter on the Pavment grindin

Rims spinnin so much chrome its blindin

There aint no Denyin

You know we high ridin

Front dump bumps on the ground flyin

Bus(?) in the back

But im right behind him

we goin to the top

cause we keep on climbin

Never fallin behind

KingSpade is Risin’

[Richter]

Now everybody with a system up in they whip

I mean at least 3 10’s and 2 12’s to hit

With Nice Highs all around

and the top quality mids

the type of shit run by D-Loc and J Richt

[D-Loc]

Double Dash L O C

Nobody can fuck with me

Dash Dash double trouble

L dot C

Dont forget about the O dot C

O G

PTB

L-I-F-E

Kottonmouth Kings

[Richter]

And im the other trouble half

pair from OC

Richters the name

PTB

O G

grew up on Makenzie

a young K King

Now I live with Kottonmouth

like it aint no thang

[D-Loc]

And we runnin’ it

we gon’ keep on runnin’ it the

DGAF clique, sick

Cause we be runnin shit Bitch (Bitch)

D-Loc and Johnny Richt

Chucky Chuck, Davis D

Dirty (?), twitch and Scummy

[Chorus]

We got the top popped back

And the sun is shinning

D-Loc and Richter on the Pavment grindin

Rims spinnin so much chrome its blindin

There aint no Denyin

You know we high ridin

Front dump bumps on the ground flyin

Bus in the back

But im right behind him

we goin to the top

cause we keep on climbin

Never fallin behind

KingSpade is Risin’

Kingspade This Dat Beat

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah

Ya’ll better turn this one up

Ya’ll better bang this shit, ya’ll better get ready

Ya’ll better bang this shit till your trunk pops open (yeah)

And your licenses plate frame sounds broken (what!)

Slow cruisin with some goose in my gatorade

No excuses just night on a saturday

Ride fulla females and they all bomb

Upfront, laid back, like the bishop don juan (yea I’m pimp!)

Pullin up to the spot, parkin on the grass

You know kingspade clique be runnin last

(aye yo) Bitch ass get checked you steppin to the vet (uh!)

We been in it for a minute you ain’t even heard shit yet

So sit back relax let the track do the work

Bob ya head to this shit till your neck starts to hurt

If you movin right now (yeah), the beats kinda ill

That kingspade clique, (well) them boys have got skills

D-loc and Johnny Richter comin up on the creep

In a 66 dumpbump bangin down the street

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street

And everybody knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street

And everybody knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

You best react fast, this is a 100 yard dash

(start runnin!), Don’t be late, or you’ll be comin in last (oooh!)

The biggest purse goes to those who finish first

And me against you is like a Porsche against a Hearse

You may as well not exist, don’t even pull to the line (back up!),

Cause you already lost, the money’s already mine,

It’s best to let it go, do whatever you know,

Cause you ain’t nothin but a rookie, dealin with a seasoned pro

I’m a veteran, ain’t no time fo you gentlemen,

Trunk bumpin, vibratin while my bumpers scrapin,

Bomb chronic joint blazin, hangin, out the window with my elbow,

Real low, tryin to holler at this soul, ‘proachin train tracks,

So I hit all the switches, lifted the front and the back,

To avoid all the ditches, didn’t want the clippin,

So I raised up and BOUNCED

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street

And everybody knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street

And everybody knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

Running into walls, like a fish in a aquarium

Acting like a looney, locked in a cemetarium

I’m goin’ crazy for the feelin’ of bass

Fuck smokin crack, give me hits of 808 (c’mon!)

I love it when the track goes

Yo Mike hit me off with a little more (booooom)

Now thats the type of shit that make me want to drive

I love bass tunes, almost as much as gettin high

I give it up and give it back, Kingspade up on the map

D-Loc and Johnny Richter smokin sacks in the back

In the club tryin to dub on this hoe hangin low

Cause you know how we do it when we up at a show

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street

And everybody knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

This dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street

And everybody knows you comin, bumpin KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

You bangin what? KINGSPADE You bangin who? KINGSPADE

Kingspade High Riders

(High riders)

(High riders)

We the high riders, holdin mad green

Got our pocket and pipes filled, Ya know what I mean

You know the, high riders, D-loc and Johnny Richt

Step in any session, you know we’ll end it quick

Who’s a high rider? Who’s down with the squad?

Who’s down to smoke an ounce? Then go chill at the bar

If you a high rider, throw em up real high

Put your drinks in the air raise your joints in the sky

(High riders)

Back in the day when I was young growin’ up

I always toked buds and I never gave a fuck

Rolled around in a bug always had my pants saggin

Sold a little weed and had a spray can for taggin

But now day’s have changed I’ve rearranged my whole scene

I’ve made a little cash, bought a house with my green

I still sag my pants, smoke a lot more weed

I stopped taggin’ -sshhhshshhhs- ya kno what I mean?

We the high riders always down to smoke

My homie Johnny Richter and the mothafuckin D-loc

We ain’t no joke, we be blazin’ up the weed

Dazin people in the industry, blazin up the scene

Kingspade, that’s the brand new clique

D-loc and Johnny Richter on some real ill shit

We ain’t fakin, So fuck fakers and liars

Fuck every hater cause we the high riders

(High riders)

We the high riders, holdin mad green

Got our pocket and pipes filled, Ya know what I mean

You know the, high riders, D-loc and Johnny Richt

Step in any session, you know we’ll end it quick

Who’s a high rider? Who’s down with the squad?

Who’s down to smoke an ounce? Then go chill at the bar

If you a high rider, throw em up real high

Put your drinks in the air raise your joints in the sky

(High riders)

Take it back to the days when I was just a young scrub

Growin up in the game of slangin’ bud

Roll around my town utilizing backstreets

Cause I always had a pound in my backseats

See I’m a, High rider, since about ’92

I got my start buyin Q’s off this dude named Lou

Now I’m slangin lyrically puttin joints on beat

Smoke on stages like I’m smokin on the Hindu spleef

Cruzin up and down ya blocks we got this shit on lock

D-loc and Johnny Richter, we on fire, we hot

Watchin jaws drop as soon as we step into the room

Causin’ quakes, fuck, we hittin you with sonic Booms

My tomb will say He went out in a blaze

Puffin bowls of green crack mixed with purple haze

Cause in my last days I’m gonna be stoned as fuck

Drunk as a skunk, gettin head from your girl, Whats up?

(High riders)

We the high riders, holdin mad green

Got our pocket and pipes filled, Ya know what I mean

You know the, high riders, D-loc and Johnny Richt

Step in any session, you know we’ll end it quick

Who’s a high rider? Who’s down with the squad?

Who’s down to smoke an ounce? Then go chill at the bar

If you a high rider, throw em up real high

Put your drinks in the air raise your joints in the sky

(High riders)

(The high riders, high riders, high riders, the high riders)

(High riders)

(The high riders, high riders, high riders, the high riders)

(High riders)

(High riders)

We the high riders, holdin mad green

Got our pocket and pipes filled, Ya know what I mean

You know the, high riders, D-loc and Johnny Richt

Step in any session, you know we’ll end it quick

Who’s a high rider? Who’s down with the squad?

Who’s down to smoke an ounce? Then go chill at the bar

If you a high rider, throw em up real high

Put your drinks in the air raise your joints in the sky

(High riders)

(High riders)

(Hmm, High riders, high riders, can I be a high rider? high riders, high riders)

(High rider)

(High rider, ew, high rider, high rider, ew high rider)

(D-Loc and Johnny Richter)

Kingspade Who Run This?

With the sonic boom

Day starts then it turns to night

We’re the ones you listen to when you roll in your ride

Kingspade’s comin by so pick up your pipe

Kingspade’s in the house you know we gonna get high

So who ya’ll wanna know whos runnin this here

I’m only gonna say it once you better listen real clear

Kingspade motherfucker, d-loc and richter

These two white boys back up in the picture

Back up in that ass like a motherfuckin five pack

Bringin big class so you better bring a notepad

Don’t make me laugh cause you gonna make real mad

Wastin all my time while I could have been at camp radd

So you better pay attention

Or professor johnny ric’s gonna throw you in detention

Ten deep and when I mention

Cause I’m back, two more years and I’ll be swimmin in this bacon

Don’t give a fuck dog, yeah our shit bump

Hat flipped up tagged up in the front

Where the weed at, blow the speakers in the club

Kingspade klick still serve a cat up

Fill my cup, so I can drink it all up

Go back to the bar so I can get some more

Keep it rough, sandpaper lungs, big joints, hardcore rips and blunts yeah

[CHORUS:]

Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker)

Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker)

Who run this motherfucker (we run this motherfucker)

Who run this motherfucker

Kingspade

Back the fuck up you know we in the club

You know kingspade klick be fuckin with blunts

D-loc, johnny richter, ya’ll now the deal

Cause subnoize music that’s for real

That’s hot, ya’ll can’t get none

Bump bump bump everybody wanna get dumb

Come get some, loc gonna pimp one

Make motherfuckers slip one rip one

Smoked one in the parking lot

Like slangin buds I connect the dots

Like damn boy, shit don’t stop

That thc, pass me the pot

That’s me, pullin in with johnny richter, we ten years deep

So wheres the weed, hustler baby

H-u-s-t-l-e-r

A hustler, and we’re still on the block yeah

Just trying to put some dough in my knot yeah

Cause I can’t see punchin a clock no

And I can’t see pinchin my flow no

So let’s go cause I gotta keep it movin now

Never like to slow down keep on doin what I’m doin

Pimp shine, you better ask somebody (better ask somebody) better ask somebody,

[CHORUS]

Took two years off dogg give me a break

Got a hundred fifty grand sittin in the bank

We back in business lemme get a witness

Cause kingspade dropped off ya’ll better get this

Don’t flout this cause johnny richters still here like a likeness

Of a life spent pickin shit

Fact I know you were thinkin that back in the day when I was killin with confidence

Chillin here with the hall of fame status ya’ll motherfuckers know we the baddest

Fuck ya’ll faggots, eat a dick

Kingspade shit d-loc johnny ric

D-loc j-ric yeah, two of the sickest

Kids from p-town I know you gonna feel this

I come with it and deal with it

But keep it concealed get caught on the drop big trouble come real quick

My games real sick, I stay untouchable

My klicks real big, and so I gotta roll

Avoidin all pigs, because I’m holdin dro

I should’nthave to ask ya’ll should already know

Who the fuck I be when I roll up on the spot

And who the fuck I be when this funky kush drops

So who the fuck are you gettin all up in my face

Actin all real tough you don’t run this place bitch

[CHORUS x2]