Artist: The Game f/ Pusha T (Clipse) Album: Jesus Piece Song: Name Me King Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Pusha T] + (Game) Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna Angels lined up in my honor, Your Honor (Name me king)... Name me king (I took the crown, infiltrated they fortress) (Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses) Name me king... (name me king) [Game] Brick by brick I built my fortress My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses Growl made the towers fall, 9-11 Porsches Number 9 Jordans, pause the Air Forces Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches Gold bars melted, and what returned? Rolexes, niggaz got Breitlings to burn Loyalty to earn, royalty to who it may concern This a Los Angeles King snapback Sippin 'trón out the Stanley cup, I don't give a fuck Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up My son, my heir in Nike Airs, named my lil' nigga King Meanin you should bow at his feet, 'fore God intervene Even when I was in front of triple beams Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king [Chorus] [Pusha T] Raise your glass for the last of the kingpins The crown in the Maserati grill is minglin Roleys cross +Oceans+ like Frank out in England The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it's spring again Hah~! Crack rock, crack rock nigga My SC430 was a drop nigga Go figure, this nigga play Go Fish My only pet was fishscale, not a goldfish My young baby-sitter now my old bitch Blowjobs cause what I sold made her nose itch YEUGH! It's the king bein crowned Watch my predecessor fall like the sun goin down (God!) It's sunset, this is Sun Tzu (war!) He paved the way I brought a ton through (wooo!) Been on his heels like a gum shoe (YEUGH~!) He took +The Throne+ so I could run through [Chorus] [Game] Rose petals at my feet when I'm steppin out the Rolls The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold Sweatin like a slave where them pies get sold Accompanied by fourteen karats stole Adjust the temperature, let the +Heat+ rise up Like Jesus Shuttlesworth in that glass jar Blue flame glowin like a Avatar Five more minutes says the silent gold hand goin 'round on my Audemar Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing Show me what that baking soda bring, do it for your king Every time I look up, they cook up I be the Master of them P's, +I Got the Hook Up+ From New Orleans to Virginia I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia Never been caught, can't be bought, she's a winner Fly 'em south for the winter, make it back home for dinner [Chorus]