Текст песни T.I. - Grand Royal
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Текст песни T.I. - 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 thingsWay down the block, manSwervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brainI'm tellin ya, I'm hot manFrom here to Scott LaneYou know the day I drop, manShawty, I'm not playinNow hold up, st-stop dammitShawty, you're not jammin'If you hear one more, got dammitI-I-I can't stand itI'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you gotStop dick ridin, your shit's tiredI doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollarsI can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin itCause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killin shit[Chorus: x2]Crown grand royaltyShawty, I must beWhoever wanna shut me, uh-upJust outbust meUntil then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know itYou wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it[Verse 2:]I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, niggaSince the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, niggaI ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rapwhat is different?I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that niggaI think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaquesto the real killas and crack dealers writing your scriptget a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famouseverybody know my flow is chainless and that's how i remainis T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-Hlabeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flowgive a damn what you thinkcause if the legends of the south ain't complaininlike Outkast and Goodie Mobwhat the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayinI'm T.I.P.[Chorus x2]What, what, whatYal still ain't heardPussy nigga, yal still ain't heardT.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouthOr come see bout me, homie[Verse 3:]Well, whether you can't live with itOr you just can't love itOne thing that you can't sayis shawty we ain't bustinI was the King of the South before my single was outI gave you everything from the ho to the dope gameNow hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shortiesSo go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for meThey all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40Now hey, don't play no games with meI ain't no lame sissyAll I'ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with meThey smoke and drank and slang with meSo they'll bang with meKnow if they came with me, that they dyin to die for meOr bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for meNow don't be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin downYou ain't goin hear that bustin soundTil right 'fore you touch the groundNow know that AK'll turn you browner than Bobbyand I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobbyI'm king hood[Chorus x3][T.I.: talking]What?King of the SouthMotherfuck yal niggasWhat?Nigga, yal don't knowThis my city, niggaATL, niggaWhat?I washawty born and raised, niggaDie hereBorn and raised, niggaBankhead-born, Bankhead-bredOne nigga down goin be Bankhead deadNigga, what?Outbust me thenATL in this motherfuckerYou don't like it, niggaKiss my motherfuckin assGet a Benz then talk, niggaI don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you gotNigga, get a house on a lakeThen come tell me somethin, niggaYou don't like down southFuck you thenGot plenty dick for your mouthHo ass niggaI can fightCome see bout meHo ass niggaPSC in this muthafucka