
King of the 4 Rounders
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- 1990s
- east coast hip hop
- gangsta rap
- drums
- boastful
- boom bap
- sampling
- hip hop
- energetic
- hardcore rap
- male vocalist
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah
Uh
Big man comin through
Uh huh
Verse 1
Four hundred pounds of bad intentions walkin in
Short rounds long odds
He ain't never need a tenth
Gravel in the voice
Granite in the fist
One hook to the ribs and the whole room gets quiet
Cornerman yellin son you gotta move
But movin don't matter when the man swings through
Ref stoppin early cause the man on the mat
Folk still countin when they draggin him back
Chorus
Butterbean
Butterbean
Baddest super heavy that the ring ever seen
Butterbean
Butterbean
Four rounds is all that he needs
Post-Chorus
Bean
Bean
Bean
King of the four rounders
Verse 2
Toughman circuit raised him
No polish no shine
Just a tank with a mean streak and dinner on his mind
Plate of butterbeans chicken on the side
Then he waddles to the square and he takes what's his
They talkin technique
Talkin footwork and speed
Then a right hand lands and they forget how to breathe
Bodies on the canvas
Three of em stacked
Say his name in the gym and the room goes slack
Chorus
Butterbean
Butterbean
Baddest super heavy that the ring ever seen
Butterbean
Butterbean
Four rounds is all that he needs
Post-Chorus
Bean
Bean
Bean
King of the four rounders
Bridge
Unstoppable
Unshakeable
Undefeated in the short ones
Say it
Unstoppable
Unshakeable
Nobody walks out untouched
Chorus
Butterbean
Butterbean
Baddest super heavy that the ring ever seen
Butterbean
Butterbean
Four rounds is all that he needs
Post-Chorus
Bean
Bean
Bean
King of the four rounders
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