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  • T.I. »

    T.I. I’m A King Ft Lil Scrappy And P$C текст песни

    I’m A King Ft Lil Scrappy And P$C

    [Verse One: T.I.]
    Now, e’rybody wanna be the king of the South
    When, they ain’t runnin a damn thing but they mouth
    No doubt, it’s all good, y’all just statin y’all opinion
    But in the South and in the hood it’s understood without sayin
    It’s a given, and ain’t because of what I’m doin for a livin
    It’s, mo’ because of what I do and how I’m livin
    Not to mention when I’m rappin I’m just hurtin niggaz feelings
    (Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on simpson and center hillin
    Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
    Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
    So say what you want, and do what you please
    But for fun, I shoot 22′s from your shoes to your knees
    I run a record label and a crew of G’s
    So, niggaz’ll come and look for you if ya sneeze
    or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
    And be easy, or else it’ll be a long day

    [Chorus: T.I.]
    I’m a king — bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
    I’m a king — you pussy niggaz couldn’t see me in your dreams
    I’m a king — top topic of all of your magazines
    I’m a king — head of the body, leader of the team
    I’m a king — remember I can get your block knocked off
    I’m a king — a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
    I’m a king — I’m connectin nationwide but in the South
    I’m a king — just respect it and keep my name out’cha mouth

    [Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
    I’m the prince shorty don’t get it twisted
    Been callin shots simpin ‘fore my flows existed
    And still find birds in my momma kitchen
    You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision
    I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
    Whatchu’ know ’bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
    with that vert’ top back, my jeans feelin tight
    cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
    My neck got so much shit, danglin
    Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
    Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be stankin
    They be hatin cause I’m famous shawty what I was thankin
    And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
    Y’all just thank that you gone and the shit’ll be nasty
    I’ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
    Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three: P$C]
    Shorty I’m down with the kings, so call me the greatest
    Numba one hustla, I keep the streets blazin
    If the grapes don’t sell, I dry ‘em up and sell raisins
    While y’all cherry pickin hustlas out here slavin
    That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
    Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
    That’s pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
    Cain’t tell me nuttin ’bout stackin these Benja-maynes

    [Verse Four: T.I.]
    I’m the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
    Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
    With a prince that’s so demandin and an aura so strong
    The South ain’t been represented like this in so long
    I’m an emperor, you best be glad I’m workin on my temper
    Otherwise I’d cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
    Disrespect us I’ma blick ‘em ’til I get you plain and simple
    Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckas in they dimples

    [Chorus]

    [T.I.] I’m a king



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