Lyrics:
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south
And you haven’t seen cleaner dirt, you haven’t seen it worse
So shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
anythin' to shut their mouths
We smile away to ease the tension so it don't go south
But there's nothin' funny now (ah)
When will we stop sayin' things
drink that cognac
Step back 'cause I might put it on ya
I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep
Count sheep, wake you up from f- all week
You don't want me
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
to kill a muther f**ker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a f**k.
Chances are
drugs to stop the f-food cravings
If you wanna get high with me
I'm in the back doin' crack
Drinkin' p-p-pepsi
Everyone from home says that you're so
drink that cognac
Step back 'cause I might put it on ya
I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep
Count sheep, wake you up from f- all week
You don't want me
Uncle Toad sittin' by the old south gate
Waitin' them boys they bin stayin' out late
Uncle Toad thinks, they're way out of line
Maybe they think, he
Bella was bored to death with South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired
my wrist sore
Coupe with a bitch low who but you slick po'
I'm tired of the south so ya
Mouth where the dick go
Ok, they like when I say dat huh?
[T.I.]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south.
(Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga.
(Try me then nigga.
the Chevrolet slide
As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
Rollin' in my six-four
What all the bitches sayin'?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop
K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a you-T-H
Labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow
Give a damn what you think
Cause if the legends of the south ain't
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin',
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
played by Stacy Trent
He is a famous boogie woogie gent
You ought to stop there if you're pleasure bent
Between 18th and 19th on Chestnut Street
Come
the Chevrolet slide
As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
Rollin' in my six-four
What all the bitches sayin'?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
Maria)
She fell in love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Stop the looting, stop the shooting
Pick
Target practice baby only thing is I'm
Not the shooter, Im the bullet, bIAATCH!
G'd up from the feet up a-B-C D-E-F
I'm a G to the end the end
fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You
gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack
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