From The South (feat. Z-Ro, Jay’ton & Boss)

歌詞

(Hook - 4x) From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth (Z-Ro) Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go You niggaz'll never see me, I'm on another level Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel And pouring gas too, if there evidence Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'fucker (Hook - 4x) (Paul Wall) I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear I got mo' karats invested with soup, I'm a Texas icon a People's Champ Put on your shades when I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a lamp It got gold grills and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the Lone Star State With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey Tape (Hook - 4x) (Lil' Flip) Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring If you ain't spend thirty, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside) (Hook - 4x) (Z-Ro) Blucka-blucka-blucka, that's how my gun go If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall Shining down South, brighter than all y'all When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp Even with a suspended license, still finna flip Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth (Hook - 3x) (*Hook slowed down*)