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    T.I. Grand Royal текст песни

    Grand Royal

    [T.I.: talking]

    What? (Nigga, what.)

    I’m the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I’m T.I.P nigga.)

    Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)

    I ain’t got no hits.

    Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)

    Nigga, I been bustin’. You don’t like it. Outbust me then, nigga.

    Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)

    King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.

    [Verse 1:]

    Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things

    Way down the block, man

    Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain

    I’m tellin ya, I’m hot man

    From here to Scott Lane

    You know the day I drop, man

    Shawty, I’m not playin

    Now hold up, st-stop dammit

    Shawty, you’re not jammin’

    If you hear one more, got dammit

    I-I-I can’t stand it

    I’m taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got

    Stop dick ridin, your shit’s tired

    I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six ‘ollars

    I can’t see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin’

    Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it

    Cause that shit is not real, and we know you’re not out killin shit

    [Chorus: x2]

    Crown grand royalty

    Shawty, I must be

    Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up

    Just outbust me

    Until then I’m king hood, don’t act like you ain’t know it

    You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it

    [Verse 2:]

    I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga

    Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga

    I ain’t a rap nigga, I just happen to rap

    what is different?

    I ain’t gotta act and still i’m hotta than that nigga

    I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques

    to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script

    get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous

    everybody know my flow is chainless and that’s how i remain

    is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H

    labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow

    give a damn what you think

    cause if the legends of the south ain’t complainin

    like Outkast and Goodie Mob

    what the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin

    I’m T.I.P.

    [Chorus x2]

    What, what, what

    Yal still ain’t heard

    Pussy nigga, yal still ain’t heard

    T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth

    Or come see bout me, homie

    [Verse 3:]

    Well, whether you can’t live with it

    Or you just can’t love it

    One thing that you can’t say

    is shawty we ain’t bustin

    I was the King of the South before my single was out

    I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game

    Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties

    So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me

    They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40

    Now hey, don’t play no games with me

    I ain’t no lame sissy

    All I’ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me

    They smoke and drank and slang with me

    So they’ll bang with me

    Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me

    Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me

    Now don’t be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down

    You ain’t goin hear that bustin sound

    Til right ‘fore you touch the ground

    Now know that AK’ll turn you browner than Bobby

    and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby

    I’m king hood

    [Chorus x3]

    [T.I.: talking]


    King of the South

    Motherfuck yal niggas


    Nigga, yal don’t know

    This my city, nigga

    ATL, nigga


    I washawty born and raised, nigga

    Die here

    Born and raised, nigga

    Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred

    One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead

    Nigga, what?

    Outbust me then

    ATL in this motherfucker

    You don’t like it, nigga

    Kiss my motherfuckin ass

    Get a Benz then talk, nigga

    I don’t give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got

    Nigga, get a house on a lake

    Then come tell me somethin, nigga

    You don’t like down south

    Fuck you then

    Got plenty dick for your mouth

    Ho ass nigga

    I can fight

    Come see bout me

    Ho ass nigga

    PSC in this muthafucka

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