COOLIO - Knockout Kings lyrics

rate me

(feat. The Replacements)

[Verse 1 - Coolio]

(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)

You in the ring with a thing, not a man

And what I bring is shots to the body

That'll make a fool sing, soprano

Fall setter, ain't nuttin better

Massive concussion, career over, no discussion

Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole

You can't see, vision like a peep ho

This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition

It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre

Call in the doctor

He's been rocked and socked-up

Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up

Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up

He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up

He's gettin banged up

Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab

Right into a change up

Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?

El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents

[The Replacements]

These combinations are taking me places

Knockin my opponents outa they shoes

With tight laces

Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain

The championship belt is what I taste and claim

Survivin the game

Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here

Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear

Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer

Your Knockout King is up in the ring


1 - 2 - 3, killer!

4 - 5 - 6, spitter!

7 - 8 - 9 - 10

4 to the body and 2 to the chin!

1 - 2 - 3, killer!

4 - 5 - 6, spitter!

7 - 8 - 9 - 10

[ding] [ding] now it's on again!

[Verse 2 - The Replacements]

Uh, round for round and pound for pound

It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts

Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out

Got your corner-man yellin that you ready to pout

Yeah he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd

Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 rounds

The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound

Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around

Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss

When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks

After the standin eight head to your corner to sit

Manager screamin at you: "Fight back, move his fists!"

It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses

Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds

I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious

Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kisses


[Verse 3 - The Replacements]

Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow

Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no

Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin

Skills quickly end all the gossipin and yappin

I'm talkin Roy Jones ability

Knock anybody up in the facility

Black guy after I attack guys

Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)

Amazed, ain't no love, only hate

Let me hit you with these boulders

Servin you from the shoulders

Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up

Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya

Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya

You see two of me, don't ya?

From the series of punches

To your dome and your kidneys

Should'a did you some crunches

I throw thangs in bunches

Got me grabbin and punkin now

Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth

[Hook x2]

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