| Lyrics: | [Verse 1 - Coolio]
(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I
bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin
better
Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks
swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a
disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor
He's been rocked and
socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have
to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his
things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a
change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush
all weak opponents
[The Replacements]
These combinations are taking me
places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body
hit the canvas in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim
Survivin the
game
Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here
Round for round I got the
cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in
the ring
[Hook]
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to
the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 -
10
*ding* *ding* now it's on again!
[Verse 2 - The Replacements]
Uh, round for
round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to
the chin, knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner-man yellin |
