Swollen Members - Reclaim The Throne lyrics

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Nice pistol mine is chrome

Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones

By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems

Swollen is back to reclaim the throne

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Kingdom come, bass lines and bring them drums

This is game time play mine we're number one

Kingdom come, bass lines bring them drums

This is game time play mine we're number one

I'm a jacked up motorhead yup

Sippin a soda pop

Trouble on my block

Not a shock we don't go to cops

We make house calls

With shotguns and loaded Glocks

Gold and platinum plaques back to back

Cuz we sold alot

Everyday I come home with more than I left with

Writing raps, settin traps

Getting cash, I'm an expert

A battleaxe attached to my necklace

Fuck around it's a death wish

I'm building with my fans to perfect this

Especially fresh to death that's what the click is

People saying Mad Child that white boy's the sickest

Meticulously particular I'm kicking up dust

I'm definitly next to blow so shut the fuck up

Back to reclaim the throne

But brought some friends along

We got the Bentley, got the Benz, we got the engines on

Bitches in bikinis studio at the crib

I'm in the hottub poppin pills and eatin ribs with a fifth

I'm drinking Pepsi watching Scarface in the theater room

Two cuties rubbing my shoulders putting me in the mood

Life's good and I ain't got no problem sharing the wealth

With my bros no point in being at the top by yourself

Nice whip yo mine is fast

Where'd I get this fat pocket full of cash

From selling yayo Mary Jane and Hash

Battleaxe is back and yo we came to smash

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Kingdom come, bass lines bring them drums

This is game time play mine we're number one

Kingdom come, bass lines bring them drums

This is game time play mine we're number one

Baby, I know you see me

Looking hard through binoculars

Young money, fat knocks, African rocks for ya

KC battleaxe cha-ching, we mop it up

Van to T dot, nobody stoppin us

Rappers talk tough, end up calling the cops on us

You rather shoot it out

You don't want to box with us

Pocket full of high notes so I call it the opera

Mobster used to eating steaks and lobster

Eh, yo my game is proper and my aim is to gwap up

But you should never throw rocks at the throne

My knights real don like Al Capone

Run up in your crib, snatch you outta your home

Split your wig and blow your mind out of your soul asshole

I only beef with those impeding my cash flow

I think things through before lettin the Mac go

But oh oh oh no, young Trizzle is not so

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Nice pistol mine is chrome

Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones

By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems

Swollen is back to reclaim the throne

Kingdom come, bass lines and bring them drums

This is game time play mine we're number one

Kingdom come, bass lines bring them drums

This is game time play mine we're number one