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Текст песни Z-Ro f Lil` Flip, Paul Wall - From the South

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[Hook - 4x]From the SouthI got the diamonds in my mouth[Z-Ro]Hold up a minute, I`m the King of the GhettoHolding the rap game, like wood grain can`t let goYou niggaz`ll never see me, I`m on another levelStay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovelAnd pouring gas too, if there evidenceSaw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I wentI`ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residenceLay the merk game down, and then I`ma hit the fenceBetter keep my mouth closed, so they can`t see the shiningThey think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamondsI`m cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in itMy 3-57 pretty, but ain`t nothing nice in itToo many bitches, and not enough rubbersGot so many, all my real niggaz under the gutterWatch a nigga full of life, light close like shuttersGod damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo`fucker[Hook - 4x][Paul Wall]I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jawsPlatinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ballI`m Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelierI tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clearI got mo` karats invested with soup, I`m a Texas icon a People`s ChampPut on your shades when I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a lampIt got gold grills and platinum and ice, cause that`s how it is in the Lone Star StateWith a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey Tape[Hook - 4x][Lil` Flip]Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grillYou just rapping that ain`t platinum, homie you need to chillCause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain`t trillNigga you been on my dick, way befo` you got your dealThese rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it lockedAfter your album flop, nigga you gon be on KochMy gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ringIf you ain`t spend thirty, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)[Hook - 4x][Z-Ro]Blucka-blucka-blucka, that`s how my gun goIf I`m looking agitated, bitch you better run hoeI use to do the baguettes, but now I`m VS-1`s thoughPrincess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done thoseI got loud ice, just like Paul WallShining down South, brighter than all y`allWhen it`s time to get your jewelry done who do y`all callCause you fellas ain`t shining at all, check me outOn the first and fifteenth, I`m some`ing like a pimpEven with a suspended license, still finna flipAin`t no limit to this cash, ain`t nothing I can`t getFive deuce Hoover cause, ain`t nothing like a CripRide with a Revolve`, I don`t fuck with clipsThese roach ass niggaz, trying to make me bust my chipsBut I`m not a bank, I don`t even trust my bitchI`m from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth[Hook - 3x](*Hook slowed down*)

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