Lyrics:
So call, competitors have no wins
I laugh at MC's who call me wack
You ordered, and now I'm gonna serve you, Jack
We're respected by all, treated
[Intro]
And in case you gorgot, I'm the king
Yea, yea, hey, hey, hey, hey who I'm is nigga (I'm the king)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini
York, you'd be mad?
If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?
Nigga at, told him, "Don't even ask"
Can a dead body jump out of a bag?
No monitor
Call me either one...
God or a king, you gon feel this wrath
Towards everything
I'mma make sure you say it - God or a king
Blessings all blessings
They the lames you inane
When I'm in the north I'm the king of the north
When I'm in the south I'm the king of the south
I'm a king in the land
fade it
King tee the motherfucking greatest
And all you other niggas out here still car chasing
Verse 7 (L.A. Breed)
These niggas fronting like their
D-Block
La da da da da da
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
So fuck whoever hate that I'm the king of the South
You gon'
you pop that junk up in the Bronx you might not live
Cause you're in
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
I came with Scott La Rock to express one
face, never need a skee taste
Knockin off codeine by the case
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit
North side, south side and south par
[Chorus (4X)]
[King George]
It's that Down South lunatic, livin harder than a brick
Breakin em down, while shakin
Yeah, that's right mayne (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' from the north, but my heart is in the south
Jammin' Screwtape after that Mystic Styles
and sit
Deep south and we in this bitch
On the cusp of the money fuck the bitches
All needs my main one
Deep south in the flames
Wasnt the king till i
nạn, đừng thắc mắc
À trước khi sủa về South Side King á, là cái tên thầy
Chúa cố tình đặt cái tên này chỉ để ngồi lên đầu mày
Mày sủa là tên của SSK tự
This for the three, this for the house
This for the crib, this for the South
This for the porch, this for the Sip'
This for them summers, this for
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
Midnight and Lion
Trumpets of the Pharaoh Tutankhamen
Lord of the Crowns
King of the South and North
Son of Re
Midnight and Lion
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(La la la la la)
(Mustard on the beat ho) Uh, tell 'em where I'm from
Finger on the pump,
(No man) Hallelujah
(Cannot hinder me) Yes, Lord
(I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Run it back (I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Y'all
We discern
Cause South Central L.A., is one big yearn
Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin ki's
To an undercover
side (North side South side)
North side South side
Miền Nam miền Bắc là một nhà oh
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