Lyrics:
ass, move, you forgot we're mad smoove snots
La-di-da-di, mmm, we like to party
Don't make me get money and platinumize my body
With bright stuff,
king king
Bitch, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South
And you know we're gettin' clean, rich yeah!
They should've never ever let you out
Cold animal with
made
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday
They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket.
Shelves and shelves
South of the border, hey, I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
He don't got no worry, 'cause he don't got no dough
And everybody's
Hail the ancient rulers of Edom
Drink the leavings from a broken cup
Enter the Land of Edom
See, Eleven Lords they are
Crowned by thistle crowns
platinum
(How many you sold?) what's that
De-La got a problem with this hard shit
Ever since "Me Myself and
I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin'
La da da da dahh
It's the motherfucking D-O double-G
La da da da dahh
You know I'm mobbing with the D-R-E
You know who's back up in this motherfucker
Antiques as old as seven weeks
They're only for Americans
The bed on which a king made love
Which there are sev'ral dozen of
The French pooh pooh, we
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater
Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow
I ain't the chick to walk behind you 'round town
Just 'cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down south
That don't
Level
Face be bustin' they head
Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds
Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne
J-Prince done
Whoa whoa whoa
Ladies and gentlemen
This, is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle
King of the south, oh boy
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy
start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm
to rumble
Too many King Kongs in one Jungle
The king cobras spitting venom
Don't get poisoned
True knowledge turns sour
Chinese whispers by the hour
Each pawn
Mystikal and Master P.
(They know P they know they know.)
[Hook:] (Master P & Mack 10) X 6
Made niggaz from the South to the West!
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
pull out
Come and see me when you travel south
They done trying to defeat me, stayed on my feet
When they see me, they salute me I'm the king
Jimmy is married and he lives down south
His wife lives somewhere colder
He sees another woman in a badlands town
And she cries upon his
Whoa, there!
Who goes there?
It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon
From the castle
Of Camelot king of the Britons
Defeater of the Saxons
deep south heat
Our bodies full of scars
Infinite blood to bleed
Our presence stops your heart
And leaves you six feet deep
Fall to your knees
All hail my name
I'm the one who rules over the north sea
I'm the one who rules over the south sea
Doesn't even matter if you like me
Doesn't even
fine, blew your mind
Finally thought I caught ya
And your love was mine all mine
I see you walk by with other guys,
Step, step, steppin' on my toes
mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm
fade it
King tee the motherfucking greatest
And all you other niggas out here still car chasing
Verse 7 (L.A. Breed)
These niggas fronting like their
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