• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Prince Of Hip-Hop - King Arut
• Drop It Baby - King Arut

(Lil wayne talking)
Yo king!
(King arut talking)
What's poppin'
(Lil wayne)
Dey must be trippin'
(King arut)
Yeh dey is dey is.
Dey don't kno who da
Prince of hip-hop is.
(Lil wayne)
Yeh dey caught up.
Lets show dem yo!
(King arut)
Yehh!
(King arut)
I mean stuntin is a habit get like dis king arut in da house
And ya can't step like sh*t! dis me flowless clean fresh like dis
Can't help but hate just look at dis got my diamonds on my wrist
Fresh kicks on my feet white as clean can't get like me
Bring... yep we need dat...
(Lil wayne)
Welcome... too da life of a rap star
Fucking up dat little whore... yo
Stop rob a store the thicker da bitchez
Da bigger da brick is
Niggaz on some real shit but(change gon come)
And wen it do u betta get with it
The carter 2 trple exquisite
So bring ya friends
On your next visit
Let's get it
The livin room
Still gata bunch of youngins in it
Jus waitin on a blunt to hit it
And trill comin with it
And blake probably in the basement on his catastenics
(King arut)
Yo weezy!
(Lil wayne)
Pop it!
(King arut)
Dey think we done!
(King arut)
Make it lick grab da stick knock him out
F*** da b**** make her go where da hoe
I say what's up mane... suck my (haha)
And tez probably in the office
Bein a math matician
Dats catacorner 2 my bedroom
Lady in it
Who only want weezy baby in it
Yea maybe when I finish gettin dis butta I'll touch ya
But I can't love ya I ain't usher I'm all southern
All brotha
U cud call the authorities
Gat u wonderin how money
Got the law ignorin me
Yea...
I'm da prince of hip-hop!
Make her sick call a cab
Make sure u (what's up wit dat)
S*** some s*** I rain money everyday
Make f*** like hay
I'm da prince of hip-hop!
(King arut)
We almost done right?
(Lil wayne)
Yeh son!
(King arut)
Take us out weezy!
(Lil wayne)
(Yeahh)... doin a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop
Ha ha... she got me thinking I can date a cop
Ha ha... cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in nah car, she cut off all the lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollering sounding like a siren
Talkin' bout...
Wee ooh wee
I fucked her up it had a script told "lets get by dis shit"
Take her down make her ******
I'm da prince of hip-hop!
Called her up... I'm done!
(King arut)

Drop It Baby, Drop It
Drop It Baby, Drop It
Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's
Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers
Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers
Niggas got problems niggas got business
Niggas got children niggas got bitches
Bitches got bitches
I know bitches realer then you
Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you
Yeah nigga you ain't on shit
Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick
No he don't want that & he don't want this
I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss
You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch
Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script
Addicted to the chips commited to my clique
Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips
Welcome to hell I let em burn
Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn
I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm
Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned
These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack
Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack
Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack
We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back
Hand gun they don't want no hand gun
Tote a shotty with a bass drum
Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come
We die rich & young
We die handsome and
Me I never ran from another man son
I take a lot a shots bitch nigga and one
So throw away them glocks
I hope they prayin for ya
You hear that chop now you sayin somethin Naw Nigga You can't Tell
Me Nun Now Drop It Baby
Drop It Dro Dro-Drop It Baby
Drop It (Ayyyyyy)
Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come
We die rich & young
We die handsome and
Me I never ran from another man son
I take a lot a shots bitch nigga and one
So throw away them glocks
I hope they prayin for ya
You hear that chop now you sayin somethin
If You Askin Shawty About What Dey Say
You Could Jus Say... This Aint Know Remix Baby
I said trace hook me up with a chick named gena
And gena hook me up with a chick named Tina
And Tina hook me up with a chick named kema
And kema hook me up with a chick named fatina
Fatina she's a college girl that drives a black Beemer
And buy my polo white tees and take my clothes to the cleaners
She used to fuck with beanas
But now she fuck with the boss
Her parents gave her bad directions n little girl is lost but uh
Nigga feeling like he at the bottom like a horse shoe
Sorry for all the trouble that I put you and your heart throught
God Knows that I would do anything for a part two
Ought two Be Praying for the day you come back to me saying you forgive me
Give me another chance I'm needing it like a kidney
I don't wanna advance, Gimme back her hands
Gimme back her touch
I don't ask for much
But I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I admit I fucked up
But everybody fuck up
Now this otha nigga lucked up
Telling me and my clic don't give a fuck about dat nigga
Sho'll Nuf Baby Gul back dat ass
Up MSL Money, Suckin, Lead
Ayyyyyyy (ha ha) Hmmmmmmmm
(Yea) Roll Tight Baby Den...
Yo Young Cash Money on da way
To da her heart finish line only a inch
From da start so when I tell you again Drop It Baby Drop It