Lyrics:
of the south
King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of town
Ain't no love in the coliseum
This shit here been
killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
I wait in front a niggas spot
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square
I singing it for your mind and no
I
of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square
I'm singing it for your mind and no
I'm
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Fruity Loops
Truthful spoons of your own brutal fruit
Vegetable, the root of fools foot for pulls
Useful tool for shooting hoops
Pudding proof for assuming
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
The allure of breaking the law
Was always too much for me to ever ignore
I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
What do they ever hope, ever hope to gain?
Will my country fall, stand or fall?
Is it too late for us all?
And did Martin Luther King just die in
the kind of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up
You still love me?
Take this
You ready? One, two, three
'Cause the more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say
the Kingdom, baby, tell me why?
My oh my, do you wanna say goodbye?
To rule the Country, baby, you and I?
If you were my King, I would be your queen
If you
what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor
God, there's one love
And I believe if I fly, we all doves
I make a way for my people to see the light
Brighter than yellow bones
Me and my microphone
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
This is summing for the mix shows
Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama
Where you and your father, father's
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
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