(T.I.) Big Country Cane, Big Homie What it is I think Im a rap straight up for these niggas Now Everybody wanna be the king of the south When they aint runnin a damn thing but they mouth no doubt Its all good yall just statin yall opinion But in the south in any hood its understood without saying its a given It aint because of what Im doin for a livin, its more because of what I do and how Im livin Not to mention when Im rappin Im just hurtin niggas feelings And still chillin on Simpson and Center Hill Made provisions for the clique that continue keep it pimpin Whether crack was in the house or record sales went through the ceiling So Say what you want and do what you please But for fun, I shoot 22s from your shoes to your knees I run a record label and a crew of Gs So, niggasll come and look for you if a sneeze Or even breathe the wrong way Ya better do what the song say And be easy or else itll be a long day (Chorus) Im a King Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans Im a King ya twisted nigga couldnt see me in your dreams Im a King Top topic of all of ya magazines Im a King head of the body leader of the team Im a King Remember I can get ya block knocked off Im a King a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off Im a King Im connected nationwide but in the South Im a King just respect it and keep my name out ya mouth Im a King (PSC) Im the prince shorty dont get it twisted Been calling shots simply from my flows existed And still find birds in my momma kitchen Ya might see me burning bert in a sub-division I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin what ya know about that I keep a bad grin with that bear top back My jeans feel tight cause my pockets stay fat Player better know that My neck got so much shit dangling Big dick, big chain it just keep on hanging Got a Hollywood hoe and a broad that be sanging They be hatin cause Im famous dont know what I was thinking This for every young nigga thinking he passed me I just think of you gone and that shitll be nasty Im a stay ballin off of my old school classics The strength got big bank lets see if you can match it (Chorus) Shorty Im down with the king so call me the greatest The number 1 hustler I keep the street blazin If the grapes dont sell I dry em up and sell raisins Why yall cherry picking hustlers out here slavin Fat king shit nigga runs deep in my veins Pumped through my heart live in my bone marrow man thats pimpin My game is premium like octane, cant tell me nothing about stacking these benjamins (T.I.) Im a king of the dirty see me seated in the throne, Over ruled of the dudes like Cesar did in Rome Wore the prints so demanded that had an ora so strong The south aint been represented like this in so long Im an emperor ya best be glad Im working on my temper Otherwise Ill cock a pistol and send some missiles to your temple Disrespect, Im a blooka till it gets straight and simple Brass knuckles to ya dentals blast suckers in they dimples (Chorus) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com