PSC, Lil Scrappy - I'm A King lyrics
[PSC, Lil Scrappy - I'm A King lyrics]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn
Thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good
Y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the
Hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm
Doin for a livin it's, mo' because of what I
Do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin
I'm just hurtin niggas feelings
(Niggas feelings) And still chillin on
Simpson in Center Hillin'
Made provisions for the clique to
Continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or
Record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun
I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggas'll come and look for
You if ya sneeze
Or even breathe the wrong way
You better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
I'm a king - bank rolls in
The pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggas
Couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic
Of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body
Leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can
Get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe
With the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin
Nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it
And keep my name out'cha mouth
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots since before
My flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin
Purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
With that vert' top back
My jeans feelin tight
Cause my pockets stay fat
Playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho
And a broad that be sangin
They be hatin cause I'm famous
? what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga
Thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone
And the shit'll be nasty i'mma stay ballin
Ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank
Now see if you can match it
Shorty I'm down with the kings
So call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin
If the grapes don't sell
I dry 'em up and sell raisins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlers
Out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart
Live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout
Stackin these Benja maynes
I'm the king of the Dirty
See me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin
And an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like
This in so long i'm an emperor
You best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol
Send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'mma blick 'em 'til I
Get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast
Suckers in they dimples
When, they ain't runnin a damn
Thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good
Y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the
Hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm
Doin for a livin it's, mo' because of what I
Do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin
I'm just hurtin niggas feelings
(Niggas feelings) And still chillin on
Simpson in Center Hillin'
Made provisions for the clique to
Continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or
Record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun
I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggas'll come and look for
You if ya sneeze
Or even breathe the wrong way
You better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
I'm a king - bank rolls in
The pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggas
Couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic
Of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body
Leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can
Get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe
With the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin
Nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it
And keep my name out'cha mouth
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots since before
My flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin
Purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
With that vert' top back
My jeans feelin tight
Cause my pockets stay fat
Playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho
And a broad that be sangin
They be hatin cause I'm famous
? what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga
Thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone
And the shit'll be nasty i'mma stay ballin
Ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank
Now see if you can match it
Shorty I'm down with the kings
So call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin
If the grapes don't sell
I dry 'em up and sell raisins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlers
Out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart
Live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout
Stackin these Benja maynes
I'm the king of the Dirty
See me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin
And an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like
This in so long i'm an emperor
You best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol
Send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'mma blick 'em 'til I
Get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast
Suckers in they dimples