The King & I by The Good Year Pimps Lyrics

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Quote from the song “The King & I” by The Good Year Pimps


In the ghetto
And his momma cried
You would never... (ha ha ha)
Walk like an angel (Walk like an angel), in the ghetto
You would never... (ha ha ha)
And his momma cried, in the ghetto
You would never...
And his momma cried (Walk like an angel)
(Walk like an angel) In the ghetto
You would never...
And his momma cried (Walk like an angel)
(Walk like an angel)

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “The King & I”

  • The King, I Samples: (You're The) Devil In Disguise by Elvis Presley, In the Ghetto by Elvis Presley
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  • The King, I Samples: (You're The) Devil In Disguise by Elvis Presley, In the Ghetto by Elvis Presley

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “The King & I” Released in 2000

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[Intro]

In the ghetto
And his momma cried
You would never... (ha ha ha)
Walk like an angel (Walk like an angel), in the ghetto
You would never... (ha ha ha)
And his momma cried, in the ghetto
You would never...
And his momma cried (Walk like an angel)
(Walk like an angel) In the ghetto
You would never...
And his momma cried (Walk like an angel)
(Walk like an angel)

[Verse 1]

I take a skull from the valley of kings, a song that stings and all the evil it brings and all the shit you can obtain just by the way that you sing
Summon a couple-million saints and they will give you your wings
Get fat and sloppy, look karate bada-boom bada-bing
So bring your hustle if you're coming hurry call and collect
Got a nickel, hold some 40's, tell a nigga get set
Better find a proper (?) and they will show me his bed
Instead of walking me in circles didn't you hear what I said?

Use the poverty to riches while you're singing the blues
I'll lose the mission in addition to the time that I spent
But as it is and as it was I guess I got what you get

[Chorus 1]

But as it is, as it was, yo I got what you get
So what'd you get?
But as it is, as it was, yo I got what you get
So what'd you get?

[Verse 2]

When I answer you don't notice besides, you lack the taste
And all the places that should double as velvety restraints
Although I couldn't find the box that you register complaints
I find it funny to describe you and harder to explain
Imagine If your brother had died when you were young and
Both the parents kept his room exactly as it was
I see the room and I can notice the blinds were always drawn
All the while, something here was always hanging on and on and on
I'd be gone, steal the moment all alone
I'd love to leave the group behind and do some searching on my own
Throughout a soul without the show, there's just so much I need to know
To me the tiny little room where he died, a partner still felt alone

[Chorus 2]

But as it is, as it was, I guess I got what you get
So what'd you get?
But as it is, as it was, yo I got what you get
So what'd you get?
So what'd you get huh?
Come on!

[Bridge/Outro]

(Ha)
Deep-fried pickles, and wooden-nickels, five-sickles and a rich man's shack smack-dab in the middle of the slums, where you from? Cause when he comes, he'll be mixed to break it down with a couple loaded guns for fun
I don't mind, I don't mind
No, no
I don't mind, I don't mind
I don't mind, I don't mind
Bring it back, bring it back one time yep!
(Ha)
Deep-fried pickles, and wooden-nickels, five-sickles and a rich man's shack smack-dab in the middle of the slums baby where you from? Cause when he comes, he'll be mixed to break it down with a couple loaded guns for fun
I don't mind, I don't mind
No, no
I don't mind, I don't mind
No, no
I don't mind, I don't mind
Bring it back, bring it back one time yeah!