The King and I Lyrics – Eminem, CeeLo Green is the latest English song. The King and I song lyrics are written by Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber, Thomas Calloway, Dr. Dre, CeeLo Green, Eminem while the song is produced by Eminem, Dr. Dre.
The King and I Song Details:
| Song: | The King and I |
| Singer: | Eminem, CeeLo Green |
| Produced by: | Eminem, Dr. Dre |
| Written by: | Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber, Thomas Calloway, Dr. Dre, CeeLo Green, Eminem |
The King and I Lyrics – Eminem & CeeLo Green
Aah! Doopy-doo-doo uhh!
I roll up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube
Blue suede shoes, one missing a shoe lace to it
Two new chains, you can call me 2 chainz
Ropes hang like husseings noose (woo!)
Yeah! They let the fruitcake loose (yeah!)
It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
Five if you came to rock
Straight up while I’m sh!Tting on my comp’
I’m about to use the john (what?)
Like grey poupon (dijon) (woo!)
Money like a scroll, b!Tch, my paper long (yeah!)
Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (yeah!)
’cause me and elvis gelled together like cellmates (hey!)
Yeah! This the jailhouse
B!Tch, and I don’t give a– (what?)
And I don’t give a sh!T about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don’t like it you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up (yeah!)
We about to do this sh!T again
Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye (yeah!)
Top five since I discovered peroxide (what?)
Yeah! Since I got signed (woo!)
I went from pot pies
To jack and the bean– (huh?)
I’m watching my stock rise (woo!)
These little attention seekers
I’m finna treat them like diabetics (what?)
Got them all on pins and needles (yeah!)
Just like ozempic, meaning
Give these little pricks the finger
And when I stick this thing up
It’s higher than wiz khalifa (woo!)
Soon as he lit the weed up (huh?)
As I go picking speed up (where?)
Like I was finna re-up (yeah!)
Rap is my new vicodin
Suboxene is how I treat it (get it?)
Still going toe-to-toe
I’m still boxing with all my demons (yeah!)
But a couple xanny bars and I’m danny gar–, see ya
Been stunting on you from the jump like evel knievel
Back in the cut and stacking chips up
Like a can of pringles
Sometimes I feel like pete rose (why?)
I got so many hit singles (yeah!)
B!Tch, I barely have any wrinkles
You sleeping on me like I’m zzzquil
So I don’t give a sh!T about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don’t like it you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we about to do this sh!T again
And it goes: one for the trailer park
Two for my baby-ma
Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
Five if you came to rock and you never gave a fu*k
Middle fingers up, we about to do this sh!T again
I stole black music, yeah! True
Perhaps used it (for what?)
As a tool to combat school
Kids came back on some bathroom sh!T
Now I call a hater a bidet (why?)
’cause they mad that they can’t do sh!T (haha)
And I know I’m such a d!Ck, huh? (yeah!)
And it must be fu*king with ya (yeah!)
To know I fu*king quit the (what?)
Prescription drugs and liquor (yeah!)
And yet my buzz is bigger (wow)
Still wrapping circles around you (yeah!)
Like a boa constrictor (break it down)
Now I’m about to explain to you all the parallels
Between elvis and me, myself
It seem obvious: one, he is pale as me
Second, we both been hailed as kings
He used to rock the jailhouse
And I used to rock the shelter
We sell like velveeta shells & cheese (woo!)
Let’s go!
But why all miss the meaner me
Back when I had felonies
That went over your head
Because you just fell on knees
You just literally knelt to me
I used to have no self-esteem (yeah!)
I used to cry myself to sleep (what?)
Honestly I need doubters
Because you mother-fu*kers (yeah!)
Motivate me to make you look stupid
Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you
All I need to do is hear you say the same sh!T
My father said to me when I was just a week or two
Marshall, I be leaving you (haha, stupid)
No more guinness stout, but my belief in myself
Once again is stout (yeah!)
So many world records
I’m guinness’ed out (huh?)
Sh!T you say goes in and out (ooh)
My ear canals, so either my hearing’s out
Or I don’t give a sh!T about a thing you say
I just wanna feel like a king again
And if you don’t like it you can sit and spin
Middle fingers up, we about to do this sh!T again