Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Kings of the South

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa
The real Kings, Lil` Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha
Clover G`z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let`s go

[Lil` Flip]
Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with them triggas
I`m a school boy yeah right, I run with them killas
Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats
I`ve been rapping eight years, I got too many placks
Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib, now it`s one in his ribs

[Z-Ro]
I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out
You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to move
See these big old niggaz I`m walking with, there`s some behind you too
Don`t want us to trip, you don`t wanna see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil` Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch

[Lil` Flip]
Now I`m back with my crew, like we ain`t got nothing to do
So if you beefing with them, then I`m beefing with you
I`m the King of the South, you see the ring and the house
I`m a major playa like, Mean Green in the South
So if I kick in your do`, and put my dick in your hoe
Give me the brick in the flo`, now it`s time to go

[Z-Ro]
When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo` do`s
I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo` hoes
We are the real Kings, god damn it my grill clean
I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kick`s it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evil
They might try, to do me something lethal
All y`all niggaz claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater

[Lil` Flip]
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like Buffy
You a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck me
Cause I`m calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac
Nigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses
I can`t take no losses, you know how crunk the South is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly`s
I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny
This skinny nigga, will never be in my position
How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition
So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass
And when I punch your ass, you ain`t gon wanna talk no mo` let`s go

[Z-Ro]
I`m a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don`t spend do`
I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows
Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes
Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I`m paid for your info

[Lil` Flip]
I`m the rap LeBron, better yet I`m T-Mac
I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat
I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East
I got New York niggaz, paying 23
So when I hit your gut, I`m in my pick-up truck
I come to pick up bucks, after that I`m picking up sluts now let`s ride

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Kings of the South (talking) Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil` Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G`z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let`s go [Lil` Flip] Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with them triggas I`m a school boy yeah right, I run with them killas Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats I`ve been rapping eight years, I got too many placks Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib And put the gun to his bib, now it`s one in his ribs [Z-Ro] I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to move See these big old niggaz I`m walking with, there`s some behind you too Don`t want us to trip, you don`t wanna see this extended clip Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil` Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch [Lil` Flip] Now I`m back with my crew, like we ain`t got nothing to do So if you beefing with them, then I`m beefing with you I`m the King of the South, you see the ring and the house I`m a major playa like, Mean Green in the South So if I kick in your do`, and put my dick in your hoe Give me the brick in the flo`, now it`s time to go [Z-Ro] When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo` do`s I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo` hoes We are the real Kings, god damn it my grill clean I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat) Cause I kick`s it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evil They might try, to do me something lethal All y`all niggaz claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater [Lil` Flip] Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like Buffy You a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck me Cause I`m calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac Nigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses I can`t take no losses, you know how crunk the South is Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly`s I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny This skinny nigga, will never be in my position How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass And when I punch your ass, you ain`t gon wanna talk no mo` let`s go [Z-Ro] I`m a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don`t spend do` I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I`m paid for your info [Lil` Flip] I`m the rap LeBron, better yet I`m T-Mac I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East I got New York niggaz, paying 23 So when I hit your gut, I`m in my pick-up truck I come to pick up bucks, after that I`m picking up sluts now let`s ride Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Kings of the South: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/8413.html Все тексты песен: Lil` Flip and Z-Ro » Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Burbans & Lacs » Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Kings of the South » Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Uncut Рекомендуем скачать: » Лилия Хайлис - Ночные кошмары (Сергею Терпенёву, командиру танковой роты в Афганистане, исполнителю песен Владимира » Любовь Миненкова - Россия » Леонид Сергеев - Sex-shop » Людмила Чеботарева - Последний четверг (Памяти Владимира Ланцберга) » Леонид Агутин - Вспомни о нем » Леонард Хируг - Не бойся, только веpь! » Ленинград - Стоп-машина » Леонид Семаков - Провинциальный мемуар » Леприконсы - Хали-гали » Леонид Утесов - Бублики » Любовь Захарченко - Первое письмо Горацио » Леонард Хируг - Отправка письма » Леонид Сергеев, Валерий Мищук - Зеленое небо » Ляпис Трубецкой - Был в Керчи » Леонард Хируг - Я буду ветром в парусах твоих ладоней... » Лейся, песня - Обручальное кольцо » Лайма Вайкуле - В заброшенной таверне » Л.Вайкуле - Акапулько » Лепс Григорий - Гололёд » Леонид Мордберг - Проснись, открой окно и огляди...
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