Lyrics:
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
the stranger claims it now
Sitting like a king with his gold from the south
Don't you see the waves of wealth
Washing away the soul from the land?
[Chorus]
Slob On My Cat,
Get it nice and wet
Check in with me,
Holla at La'Chat
Fuck with your girl (girl)
Lick on my pearl (pearl)
Suck up all the nut,
twenty-fifth
Peace on earth to everyone
And abundance to everyone you're with
Laha da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Comes
Die young and get forgotten
like King Tutankhamen
Resurrected as a parody
In some odd centuries or so
Overthrown like a slogan
Melted and remolded
[Verse 1]
Hail to the king, high on the throne
Who the hell is this, answer the phone
Turn his ass back around, close my door
Get the hell up
mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like
I'd ask you to spend all your time with me,
That we'd be together forever.
We'd buy a small house in south central L.A.
Raise lots of kids then we'd
the double
Bush tower drop, infinite war, and
Black boys in hoodies being
Gunned down by police.
Dr. King's essence was surfing
The cosmos as all those
a chi town nigga
Ain’t no king like this south side king
Shawty drip on lake, she my east side thing
With some north side baddies
Who like to west
a chi town nigga
Ain’t no king like this south side king
Shawty drip on lake, she my east side thing
With some north side baddies
Who like to west side
stand in his way,
Will die, by God and victorious arms
With the righteous that follows him south,
Once more, set ashore, to war
Legends have taught,
I wanna live in the South of Korea
I want a crib in Japan by Osaka
Lay on the beach in the Caymans for summer
And I want a spot where my neighbor's
with us right away
La la la la la
Let's going back to our country
Let's going back to our home
Maybe meet you up by the seaside
You and me will be back
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
You wanna know what trill is? Tell 'em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
I'm a survivor of the struggle, I live by the code
In the city where greed and envy
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
la connect est lethal
C'est la trap en personne, Bigi sauce sur le Track
Tu me donnes 24h et je drop une mixtape
Je suis le souverain du south faut que
the sirens, form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga, New York Giants (c'mon)
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
(World's,
oorun ni ila orun (from south, the north, the west, and the east)
E wa kajo yin Jesu Kristi (Come and let's praise Jesus Christ)
Oba taa bi lo ni (The
to ride the wave so I took another route
T.I been retired now it's time for Tee to run the south
I'm the king, bitch but you'll never kept me around a pawn
Now we in LA
But she come fresh up off that Marta
For real
I like down south girls
They be down for me
I hit west coast girls on they balconies
Okay so
oorun ni ila orun (from the south, the north, the west, and the east)
E wa kajo yin Jesu Kristi (Come and let’s praise Jesus Christ)
Oba taa bi lo ni (The
can throw you
They think you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot birettas
Buy the Burger King workers and we
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