Текст песни Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Kings of the South
Lil` Flip and Z-Ro - Kings of the South слова песни
(*talking*)Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking faThe real Kings, Lil` Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-haClover G`z and Rap-A-Lot, different labelsBut we both in the Screwed Up Click, let`s go[Lil` Flip]Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with them triggasI`m a school boy yeah right, I run with them killasAfilliated with pimps, I know too many catsI`ve been rapping eight years, I got too many placksNow when I run in your crib, and take your son out the cribAnd 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 outYou can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail routeI got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to moveSee these big old niggaz I`m walking with, there`s some behind you tooDon`t want us to trip, you don`t wanna see this extended clipBe 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 doSo if you beefing with them, then I`m beefing with youI`m the King of the South, you see the ring and the houseI`m a major playa like, Mean Green in the SouthSo if I kick in your do`, and put my dick in your hoeGive 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`sI got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo` hoesWe are the real Kings, god damn it my grill cleanI 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 evilThey might try, to do me something lethalAll 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 BuffyYou a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck meCause I`m calling the shots, my favorite rapper is PacNigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snotSo when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bossesI can`t take no losses, you know how crunk the South isHell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly`sI get three dollas with this, you only getting a pennyThis skinny nigga, will never be in my positionHow you gon fight, when you got malnutritionSo when I stomp your ass, and when I front your assAnd 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 windowsEverytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goesWhere 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-MacI was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-patI take a brick from here, then I move it on the EastI got New York niggaz, paying 23So when I hit your gut, I`m in my pick-up truckI come to pick up bucks, after that I`m picking up sluts now let`s ride