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Knock Out Kings Lyrics - El Cool Magnifico - 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 

 

These combinations are taking me places 

Knockin' my opponents outta 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 

 

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 

 

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' that you ready to pout 

 

Yeah, he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd 

Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 'rounds 

The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound 

Roper Doe style, boxin' with the best around 

 

Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss 

When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks 

After the standin' eight head to your corner to sit 

Manager screamin' at you, "Fight back, move his fists" 

 

It don't matter 'cause he walked dead into by bisteses 

Don't get mad 'cause you lost to the top of the lists 

I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and vicious 

Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin' me kisses 

 

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 

 

Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow 

Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no 

Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin' 

Skills quickly end all the gossipin' and yappin' 

 

I'm talkin' Roy Jones ability 

Knock anybody up in the facility 

Black guy after I attack guys 

Spectators like Johnny Gill 

Amazed, ain't no love only hate 

 

Let me hit you with these boulders 

Servin' you from the shoulders 

Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up 

Folded-up wit' your snot-box leakin' on ya 

Hold him up so I can put bangs and bings on ya 

 

You see two of me, don't ya? 

From the series of punches 

To your dome and your kidneys 

Should'a did you some crunches 

I throw thangs in bunches 

Got me grabbin' and punkin' now 

Tryna knock the grill up out your mouth 

 

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 

 

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