Lyrics:
I want that dick from the scene king
I want that puss from the scene queen
I want that rough, tough, scene sex
I want that sex, it's the fucking best
to ride
Got the mileage
And I got the south on my side
Houston’s finest
That’s why I stay clean
Look mean when I lean
Got the haters green
Cause
Hello, Sister the dark has come
We'll run away to the north
Just south of Heaven
We'll travel by bus
Saints in the valley
Lords of the marsh
to be the king, go ask Jadakiss why
I'm in the lobby right now, 16:55
I got a bitch like Cardi B, bet that ass sittin' nice
Don't gotta go to South
it girl, you and I
From the hard life on the south side
To the spotlight here on the stage
[Chorus:]
Now watch me play
Hear me sing la-la-la
been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma
Won't believe what it's costin'
And it's fit for a king, right?
Or a nigga that could sing
need is a gas and a lighter
And we'll have one hell of a time
I got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you
the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and and the woofers blow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and and the woofers blow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
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
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
King-size the royalty, it not a dream
Inspired by the Elohim, it not a him
My shorty sing hella hymns
It healing me
These niggas hella wack
It killing me
I'm an Underground King, nigga let my nuts hang, nigga
Sayin' I'm only in [Incomprehensible], ain't no thang
Nigga, everybody rappin' like they ballin'
We use to be number ten now we're always number one
Rep the south so hard can not forget where I come from
Been slaving right through the music
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
it wasn't off of no recipe
When Labels came to peep it I would offer a specialty
95 north I'm in an office who checking me
Could have went south
Doo, eh, ho, la
Doo, eh, ho, la
Open your ears and listen 'til the end
To the tale of a life and the message it sends
Cut through the pain, the point
I am an outlaw,
Branded wolfshead by my own king.
(The orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...)
The ravens are on the wing!
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
Yes yes y'all
The best y'all, yes yes y'all
Huh, huh, huh, huh, yes y'all
If I ruled the world, was king on the throne
I'd make peace in every
got popped by Ross
Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines
Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17
Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Bolt Da Fatts laid a demonstration
85
De la isla, 3 am y H Rico bae
CDC Ey, CDC, CDC
Ey, Dimelo Chaz
Is in the mix, yeah
You hear it?
South Coast Records.
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