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The King of Comedy soundtrack lyrics (Original Kings of Comedy)

song listing: The King of Comedy Lyrics (Original Kings of Comedy)

Summer In The City .......... St. Lunatics

Something Got To Be Wrong In Cuba .......... Steve Harvey

Titanic .......... Steve Harvey

Church All The Time .......... Steve Harvey

#1 Stunna .......... Bigtymers

Indecent Proposal .......... D.L. Hughley

Section 8 Island .......... D.L. Hughley

Time Out .......... D.L. Hughley

Big Momma .......... D.L. Hughley

Airplanes .......... D.L. Hughley

The Dysfunctional Black Family .......... D.L. Hughley

I'll Eat Anything .......... D.L. Hughley

I Love My Job .......... D.L. Hughley

Jesus Was Black .......... D.L. Hughley

Racists .......... D.L. Hughley

What Blacks Do For Excitement .......... D.L. Hughley

Ghetto .......... Sticky Fingaz

Delicious .......... Cedric The Entertainer

We Run .......... Cedric The Entertainer

Ain't You Big Poppa .......... Cedric The Entertainer

The Post Tiger Renaissance .......... Cedric The Entertainer

Na Na .......... Monifah ft. Chico Debarge

I Say What You Scared To Say .......... Bernie Mac

My Sister's Kids .......... Bernie Mac

Mother*#!%@$ .......... Bernie Mac

What's Up Wit That .......... Juvenile & Lil Wayne


The King of Comedy (Original Kings of Comedy) soundtrack lyrics -- Summer In The City .. St. Lunatics


(feat. Nelly)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I am the king of the city, top down windows
I'm Puffin like Diddy
Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty

[Nelly]
Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo you will never have a winning hand, yeah as long as I'm the dealer
What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some
Brought my slums, cats play like rums
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
Baby mamas wit sons
Ain't afraid to let you have it
If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)
What I hear most is no, no
You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
Like Jagged Edge Ieave ya more Def than So So
Type of person continue short sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket
You don't want just blow, blow
The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe
They be like oh, oh
It's what they screamin from the back
Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe
Put ya gun away
And you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele

[Chorus - 2X]

Asked around you got a Range
(boy I been had wheels)
Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
(yeah my dirties love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(ya never knew me)
Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)

[Keyuan]
Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb's or Nikes
When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice
When the 'Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes
Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes
Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice
Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice
Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice
Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice
Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights
Hoping everything gonna be aight

[Murphy Lee]
St. Lunatics at the Superbowl
Top row gettin super blowed
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we in the Louis tho
It's two below hundred degrees
I'm drivin about 103
With a S.T.L hat on
Top down holdin a blunt
You know I'm smokin wit the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might
sink you man
I'm getting brains in the Range
With the brains blown out
With TV's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out

[Chorus - 2X]

[Big Lee (Ali)]
It's like a hot day in July
Just bangin when I fool guys
It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high
On the hills on the lane
64 Chevy the brains
Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
How you doin mama my name is Lee
I be the fabulous M.C you heard of
St. Lunatics word up
I'm like "OK", all the sun out
Ice down but I still pull a gun out
Feel that, bow down
It's real rap, verbally peelin cats off da map
Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} it's Vietnam
You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone and take home
Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call Big Tone
Need some Air Max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone, and a...

[Chorus - 2X]

[Cedric the Entertainer]
Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya
Wassup, representing on wax
Talkin on record like P-Diddy
I'm just here hollaring for The Kings of Comedy
You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac
Keepin it on the D.L Hugley

[Chorus till end]


[Thanks to javiercollazo@msn.com for correcting these lyrics]


The King of Comedy (Original Kings of Comedy) soundtrack lyrics -- #1 Stunna .. Bigtymers


(feat. Lil' Wayne, Juvenile)

[Baby]
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that!

You know me - I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin' - just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot
Stay bumpin', ya bitch
B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk - drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad - don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble - you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces, and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches, and the platinum rings (platinum rings)
Last shit ain't changed
Still doin' my thing
Still do it for the block - nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymer representin', nigga - the U.P.T.

[Hook (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]
[Baby] I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
[Wayne] Jumpin' out Lex's and Hummers - showin' off for my people
[Baby] I'm the # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?
[Baby] The # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?

[Baby] James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyver
[Wayne] Private planes, Jaguars, Bentley's, and Prowlers
[Baby] I'm the # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?
[Baby] The # 1 stunna!
[Wayne] Wh-what, wh-what, what?

[Baby]
I put dubs on cars - when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch - ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga - cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up
Diamonds on my hoes' feet - when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth - when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef - when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps - when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)

[Lil' Wayne]
I be hittin' they daughters

[Baby]
I like my dick sucked fast

[Lil' Wayne]
I like to play with them rookies

[Baby]
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the number-one stunna - you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

[Hook (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]

[Juvenile]
Baby, pop the Cryst-al, and shine the jew-els
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty-inch L's

[Lil' Wayne]
Boss B.,
Slow down in the Jag, you lost me

[Baby]
[tires squeal]
Slow down, Wayne - you know that's all on me

[Lil' Wayne]
But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on - you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be

[Juvenile]
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed,
give me the G's, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happenin'
To me, these niggas laggin'

[Lil' Wayne]
What's up, Boss B.
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
Juvenile (Juvenile)

[Juvenile]
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh

[Lil' Wayne]
But wait,
My nigga, Baby - he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby - he get his shine on

[Hook2x (Baby + Lil' Wayne)]

[Baby {talking}]
Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet
could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire
that my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs
That Lexus - the new one - that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Yu- the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
look like it got frog eyes
That bitch on dubs
And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches
We got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentley's on dubs
I'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?
Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga (at all, playboy)
We the number-one stunnas, nigga (Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattlin stripes, with that kit
Ya understand?
We ain't playin'
TV's in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)


The King of Comedy (Original Kings of Comedy) soundtrack lyrics -- Ghetto .. Sticky Fingaz


Sticky Fingaz f/ Petey Pablo

[Sticky Fingaz - talking]
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin place
If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin your legs
If you use grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that

[Chorus - Petey Pablo]
Can you be rich and be ghetto? (Yep)
And just cause you poor do that mean that you ghetto? (Nope)
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
Bein ghetto, it's just the things we do sometimes
Like hangin your clothes on the oven to dry
But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
(You put 'em on anyway, and rock 'em halfway wet)
First you wear then return everything you buy
Always lookin for a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
Drink from the container and put it back in the fridge
(Knowin damn well the shit was wrong you did)
Put salt on your food, before you even taste it
Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin shit
You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
(When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny)

[Chorus 2x]

[Sticky Fingaz (Petey Pablo)]
The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what colour you are
You can be white as chalk or as black as tar
And it really don't matter how much money you have
(You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab)
You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of Chiclet
Run into the kitchen wet for dishwashin liquid
The water cold cause they shut off all your power
(You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower)
No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
(But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up)
And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
We never pay the rent, yo we almost got evicted
If this shit is funny or offendin you
(Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too)

[chorus 2x]

Can you be rich and be ghetto (3x)
And if you gotta ask then you'll probably never know
Ghetto
East Coast is the ghetto
West Coast is the ghetto
South Side is the ghetto
Everywhere is the ghetto
The ghetto
The ghetto
The ghetto
I'll probably die, in the ghetto..


The King of Comedy (Original Kings of Comedy) soundtrack lyrics -- Na Na .. Monifah ft. Chico Debarge


Monifah featuring Chico DeBarge

1 - I'll make a pit stop, hit your hot spot
Back seat drop top, 'till your draws drop
Trouble with cops, rooftop will be our next spot
Non-stop going hard just like a sweat shop

(A little bit of nana is good for me)

[Chico]
I got a girl with a kid but I am leavin' town
She's my life, not my wife, but she's not around
I'm on my way out of state and I am counting down
But my girl will never know how I am getting down
(A little bit of nana is good for me)

I got chicks in LA just to rub me down
I got ladies on the low hid in Chinatown
Even got worldwide chicks hittin' me on my cell
Since they love it how I do it, it ain't hard to tell
(A little bit of nana is good for me)
So tell me what you want

2 - What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want

(A little bit of nana is good for me)

Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)
Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)

[Mo]
He's been gone five hours and I am settled in
To make it more real the night just began
So when the clock strikes 10 tonight
I'll be dipped and I'll be headin' out
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

No doubt my arms is where you need to be
So grab your things you're comin' home with me
On top of moaning while you're bonin' me
I'll curl your toes and then you off to sleep
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

Repeat 2

( A little bit of dada is good for me)

Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)
Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

(A little bit of dada is good for me)

Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)

Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)

Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

Ad lib


The King of Comedy (Original Kings of Comedy) soundtrack lyrics -- What's Up Wit That .. Juvenile & Lil Wayne


Juvenile, Lil Wayne, Big Tymers

[Juvenile]
Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space
Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place
I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face
I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case
My daddy was slangin iron back in '78
Is you listenin to it nigga I'm I settin you straight
Tha next one of you niggas that come at me sideways
We'll be entertained wit 4 or 5 K's
Probably might get killed in 4 or 5 ways
Probably won't be found fo bout 4 or 5 days
Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days
Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days
Better not tell me shit when I'm upset
Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of y'all would get wet
Around tha way they call me Slap and Pop
Cause I'll slap a clip up in mac and let it pop

[Baby]
Look nigga if you pull that bitch, you betta shoot that bitch
Reppin fo them hoes that get their wigs split quick
If you abusin that shit, you probably shootin that shit
I'm Mr. Bling Bling nigga fuck that shit
You could find me in my Rover gettin head from a bitch
You could catch me on tha block breakin bread wit tha click
You could find me in tha lot buyin a matchin six
Lorenzo kit wit buttons on that bitch
I hit a pawn shop and buy a gat for tha click
Nigga ask tha Ruff Ryders if you real wit it slick
I took them to tha mansion that's paid out slick
Wit them Hummers, Bentleys and Jags and this bitch
I'm tha numba one wodie I don't talk no shit
Look at all this ice and how I'm poppin this shit
Nigga grease me up or I'll stick you up
Nigga put yo hands up befo I fuck you up

[Lil Wayne] (Hook Repeat 2x)
Now What's up wit dat
Cause you know us don't play
We bust tha gat
It got ice all over wit dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now What's Up wit dat

[Mannie Fresh]
It's like ruff, rugged, raw
Fuckin on tha interstate in a brand new car
Fo my niggas I'm ruff, rugged, wild
Strawberry kool-aid mixed wit Cristal
W-W-W dot fresh dot com
You deal wit me Lil Daddy I guarantee
That am......gone put yo ass on front of a white T
XXL choker neck playboy or V

[Lil Wayne]
Now I be creepin through tha back wit tha chrome plate in
Simmy auto, Tec let's get on baby
Now have they seen me in a seat Mer-cedes
Wit yo wife in a car wit yo babies
I'm a hot fire boy and I'm gonna let em burn
Straight from tha 17th point of no return
And I scerm thru traffic in a Porsche on factories
Hennessy in back of me
Now I'm feelin accurate
Ice blingin hard suddently the light captured it
Don't try me or yo moms die from a freak accident
OH NO! could it stop but I got this big ol' 4-4 (gun sound) pop
And I'm gonna chopped this whole ki into a lotta lumps
Next time you see me I'll have money like Donald Trump
I'm off tha heezy it could be nite, day i'm still creepin
In a light grey Lamborghini it's Lil Wheezy