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From the South |
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I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro] |
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Hold up a minute, |
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I'm the King of the |
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Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go |
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You niggaz'll never see me, |
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I'm on another level |
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Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel |
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And pouring gas too, if there evidence |
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Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where |
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I went I'ma get you if |
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I owe ya, visit ya residence |
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Lay the merk game down, and then |
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I'ma hit the fence |
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Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining |
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They think it was |
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Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds |
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I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it |
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My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it |
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Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers |
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Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter |
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Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters |
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God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'fucker [Hook x4] [Paul Wall] |
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I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws |
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Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball |
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I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier |
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I tend to brush my teeth with |
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Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear |
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I got mo' karats invested with soup, |
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I'm a Texas icon a |
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People's Champ |
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Put on your shades when |
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I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a lamp |
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It got gold grills and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the |
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Lone Star |
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State With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a |
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Robert Davis |
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Grey Tape [Hook x4] [Lil' Flip] |
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Ever since 1999, |
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I had diamonds in my grill |
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You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill |
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Cause you embarrassing |
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Texas, nigga you ain't trill |
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Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal |
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These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked |
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After your album flop, nigga you gon be on |
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Koch My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring |
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If you ain't spend thirty, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside) [Hook x4] [Z-Ro] |
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Blucka-blucka-blucka, that's how my gun go |
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If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe |
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I use to do the baguettes, but now |
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I'm VS-1's though |
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Princess cuts straight up and down, |
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Johnny done those |
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I got loud ice, just like |
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Paul Wall |
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Shining down |
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South, brighter than all y'all |
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When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call |
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Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out |
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On the first and fifteenth, |
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I'm some'ing like a pimp |
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Even with a suspended license, still finna flip |
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Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing |
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I can't get |
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Five deuce |
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Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a |
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Crip Ride with a |
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Revolve', |
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I don't fuck with clips |
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These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips |
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But I'm not a bank, |
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I don't even trust my bitch |
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I'm from the |
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South, and |
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I got diamonds in my mouth [Hook x3] [Hook slowed down] |
