Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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'
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
con toda mis yale'
Y ando despechá', oah, alocá'
Que Dios me libre de volver a tu la'o
Lo muevo de la'o a la'o y a otro la'o
Hoy salgo con mi baby
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
His name's Doom
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me he'll get Bizzy
When it comes to poetry he's got plenty
La la la
La la la
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.
Ho questa fotta che mi chiama
Ripara dentro dall´interno la mia piaga
La roba costa cara e qui si paga
Veniamo a conquistare tutto come Nobunaga
and i me siento!
FLa oscuridad letal
Revelando la verdad
¿cuál verdad?
La que te da paz
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
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
You're the captain oh you're the captain
You're the driver in the satin oh lord
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la
South of the border, hey, I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
Don't got no worry, don't got no dough
Everybody's wondering 'bout
South of the border, hey I know a lad
He's got more fun than anybody's had
Don't got no worry, don't got no dough
Everybody's wondering about
La la la la
Aye yeah yeah
Aye yeah
Aye aye aye
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Shorty know
I'm from the South right?
From that Triple Double
Where I got my stats
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