Lyrics:
deidades cuando tomo este maic
amigos demasiados como la South Side
no era de los old's puro black and white
lo dijo el Acapellah en un momento tan way
solo
me then, can't fuck wit me now
We dash by the cops, my speakers too loud
Test none of my hittas, that shit'll go south
You fuck wit me now, you'll get
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na la la la la la
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na la la la la la
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na la la la la la
Na
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
LA
It ain't nuthin but a nigga like the E
And yea G it's nuthin but the south in me
-Chorus-
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
your eyes, oh, in your eyes
I'm king of the world, yeah
I'm king of the world, yeah
Not a day goes by I don't hold you tight
Save my soul, oh,
stuck in the West
But even kings of north and south he forced them out
He's the Rock who decapitates heads of gold and heads of states
Creator of time so
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
(akinyele) - hook
You I'm from new york
And connected with my down south niggas
Here this year
My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up
Yo my
no merecen ni un vocablo más
Bienvenido al club, Wallabies, Baggies, White T's
Cali en las calles lo sabes
M-M-O dirty, como Mo City, king Z-Ro,
cali en las calles lo sabes
M-M-O dirty, como Mo City, king Z-Ro
Siempre con líos como un escritor
Risas y honor con Látex y Mit'su
En la barra el Cardhu
chasing his dreams life aint what it seems
I aint hiding behind the scenes in the streets like Dr King
Attitude like Malcolm X we get this shit by any means
so Rodney King whaddant new bitch
Devil, watch the Psych get nifty
Make no mistake it was a reflection of the sixties
That when niggas got beat down
Chris The king of the south
The king of the north the king of h town
Mc Chris gon put holland on the map
Since a youngin i been out on the trap
Hustling
This is the story of a king called Sardon, who ruled over a land called
Usketnan long time before our history. at the beginning of our story you
Can
Born just south of Knoxville to a family both humble and poor
Never asked for anything at the early age of ten delivered newspapers door to door
Then
Gotta do somethin' for the gangbangers
Gotta do somethin' for the hus'
Gotta do somethin' for the players
All my bad bitches dippin' down La Brea
There's a Young Lord
We oppressed by the same system
So it's one cause
Latin Kings know ‘bout that gold
And black on one flag
All my Spanish-speaking
She transferred to Harvard from King's College in March
She says that I'm her favorite, cause she admires the art
Of Michelangelo with the flow,
She transferred to Harvard from King's College in March
She says that I'm her favorite, cause she admires the art
Of Michelangelo with the flow,
could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags
King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5)
All net like I'm starting for the Nets (for the Nets)
Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (for
Bientôt j'sors de la trap et je vais drop King Slayer
J'envoie que des météores gros j'ai la frappe de Pégase
La plante elle pousse et moi j'arrose
Augmente
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