Lyrics:
dynamite
Oh, kemosabe, more drip than Aquafina
Thought it was true love the first time I seen her
Pullin' black foreigns up by the fleet (by the fleet)
did his thing and was the king of the ring, undisputed
Started making noise but they tried to mute it
They put him through it
For him to make
a seventh day a new surprise
Wondering why, niggas in the hood, they die
Mothers they cry, niggas busting shots in the sky
Smoking my la, I only want a piece
ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)
We ride Burbans and Lacs,
ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
(Where I'm from)
We ride Burbans and Lacs,
I came from a land where it doesnt snow
Far to the south of the North Congo
Captured by an explorer crew
Imprisioned me in a tiny zoo
Oogachaga
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
niggas only
We real over here, them other niggas phony
Fuck my opponent it's me against the world
Keep a toolie by my stomach
Fruity ones on, blunt in my
I'm goin' back to the South
I'm goin' back, back, back, back
Where my roots ain't watered down
Growin', growin' like a Baobab tree
Of life
Go ahead baby go ahead baby
Go ahead baby go ahead baby
The few that knew had reason
Enough to be worried
Terrified by the righteous king
And his
for their flow back
Shut your fucking mouth I'm from the south we ain't got no cap
Slap you back to 2012 and call you man a throwback
Oh man it's T
It's
Mes illusions donnent sur la cour
Des horizons j'en ai pas lourd
Quand j'ai bossé toute la journée
Il m'reste plus pour rêver
Qu'les fleurs horribles
What?)
La-da-da-da-dah
You know I'm mobbing with the D-O-double-G
Straight off the fucking streets of C-P-T
King of the beats, you ride to 'em in
carpet on y'all bitch asses.
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty
when you
the baggage
Old adage, know I'm the whole package
Woah
Got the south side by the neck, uh woah
I got my foot pressed up on the gas, uh woah
So who the real
pasado el tiempo y an cambiado muchas cosas
An surgido nuevos cantantes y nuevas modas
Pero el mundo sigue teniendo la misma escena
I'm still around
A king without the crown
My own, I held it down
This is not for anybody who don't know what I'm about
But if you're here, take a seat,
The Rabbi
(whooh)
My greatness is resipricareted by no one
Only the chosen know why they are called on
Made a mistake trusting niggas that fold on
(wooh)
And eating em out
Fuck with the team
Never in central
Don't cross the river
South where we be
Head in the south east
White tings from Bromley
Born in briky
Cold child born in June
No father but its cool
He was destined for the loot
On his momma's kids
Grew up feeling all the doom
Emaciated by fumes
Vicious ferocity for our cause
They must know by now of our drums beat
Step by step enter hallowed ground
Kill their king take our land.
We have the right
good book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily bread
The hallowed be our domain
For ever and ever the powers use their glory
To chain our minds
See Where I come from
You know We taught one thing
And that’s to and go get that bag You know By any means
Cause this is necessary
Best believe that
a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get
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