Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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'
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
Vesión original en castellano
Chile es una franja de tierra larga y angosta, cuya forma está delineada por la Cordillera de los Andes al este y el
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
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
everyone knows
Try diss my ting
Your gonna hold some smoke
About Clout
You wouldn't dare come south
Run up On them by myself
Like whoa Michael Its time go
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
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
Stop it stop it
Sinning e dutty pescado pescado peche na dutty
Couso il t'êmpeche de causer au Roi
Le King est trois fois Saint so stop it all
Stop it
May-may
May-may
May-may, Maybach Music
Dans la Rolls Royce ma vie s'embellit
J'aime bien 2Pac, je suis Makaveli
L'arme est sous mon lit, les
cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes with their canes with they
See them walkin' in the direction, that King Agrippa went
Our world is different like Whitley and Wayne man
They say we look the same but we ain't
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