Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Lil Boss, Jay’Ton, S.L.A.B. - From The South lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Lil Boss, Jay’Ton, S.L.A.B. - From The South lyrics]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto
Holdin the rap game like wood
Grain can't let go
You niggas'll never see me
I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave keep
A gun and a shovel
And pourin acid to eat up the evidence
I be in the rear view now
You wonder where I went
I'm a get you if I owe ya-visit ya residence
Lay the murk game down and then
I'm a hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed so
They can't see the shinin
They think it was Z-Ro cause
All they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze with
Bags of ice in it
My three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't
Nothin nice in it
Too many bitches and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real
Niggas under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of
Life-life close like shutters
Godamn stayin healthy is hard
As a motherfucker
Fresh off the block G's know my name
Suicide hood and 4 do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when
I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they
Know what I claim
Ain't no doubt these diamonds in
My mouth the best shown
Well known reppin Texas finna show
That I'm well blown
H Town to Vegas niggas know
That I hail chrome
The feds see I'm ballin so
They tappin my cell phone
And I ain't mad plus I got
The hood at my back
That'll go to war with anybody
Playin with my stacks
Hit the stash while the slab
Sideways in the Lac
Lookin like a "Superstar" Mike
D and Fat Pat maybe hit 'em with the ghetto
They'll know that I'm real
And know that I'm still like
UGK keepin it trill
Look at the grill I promise
I'll be givin you chills
Like I was Screw in '98 while
He was touchin the wheels
Hold 'em up I'll show
You how we rep-in-the-south
Tall tees, jeans creesed
J's step in the south
And any hater runnin up finna
Get left in the south
We keep a trunk full-of bang that
Get ya deaf in the south
And I be fuckin with J Prince
And Z-Ro will stay down
My kin folk Rollin we gon
Come for the take down
And show 'em how it go ain't
No more touchin the Grey Hound
We shine for the south get
With it or lay down
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
I'm from the H where niggas
On the block all day
Where we grip the wood and flip 4's all day
With the king of the ghetto you
Know we loc all day
From the tre', to the North
On back to West-8
It ain't a doubt I'm young but
I'm a ball for mine
22's on the Lac sittin tall for mine
VS1's in my grill when I'm crawl the line
And if a jacker runnin up
He gon be fallin down
We gon'do it for the Pat and
We gon'do it for the Screw
Doug gotta red, but I'm still ridin blue
Bring it to the south and I'm
A show you what it do
Trunk up, top down when
I come through-Slow, Loud, to the Bang
Put it like pimp got diamonds on the brain
If it ain't a slab better
Get up out the lane
Diamonds in my grill got the
Hood off the chain
Don't worry bout a thing
I'm from the south where the riders
And the rollers be at
CC's in my grill I pay a
Thousand just to see that
The penitentary is where they
Never hold me at
Haters be talkin down but they
Never hold me back (fuck y'all)
From a small gram to a whole zone
If a nigga talk down I'm
A break his nose bone
Cop a new set of 83's and get my poke on
Get a new sack
Roll it fat and get my smoke on
Fuck a law since a nigga
Don't know who it is
It's Boss with a mint in
My mouth handlin my biz
Every diamond in my mouth I
Handle like they my kids
Drank follow my diamonds when I
Pop open the lid
I take 'em to Johnny to get a check up
Fall up in the hood and kick it
Just to pick my check up
ABN and Hoover gang bitch so respect us
Ears and my neck infested
With diamonds in Texas
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Blucker, blucker
Blucker that's how my gun go
If I'm lookin aggitated bitch
You better run ho i used to do the bagguetes
But not VS 1's though
Princess cutts up and down Johnny done those
I got loud ice just like Paul Wall
Shinin down south brighter then all y'all
When it's time to get ya jewelry
Done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shinin at all
Check me out on the 1st and the
15th I'm somethin like a pimp
Even with a suspended license
I'm still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash
Ain't nothin I can't get
5 duece Hoover cuz, ain't nothin like a crip
Ride with a revolver I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggas tryna make
Me bust my chips but I'm not a bank I
Don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the south
And I got diamonds in my mouth
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto
Holdin the rap game like wood
Grain can't let go
You niggas'll never see me
I'm on another level
Stay ready to dig a grave keep
A gun and a shovel
And pourin acid to eat up the evidence
I be in the rear view now
You wonder where I went
I'm a get you if I owe ya-visit ya residence
Lay the murk game down and then
I'm a hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed so
They can't see the shinin
They think it was Z-Ro cause
All they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze with
Bags of ice in it
My three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't
Nothin nice in it
Too many bitches and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real
Niggas under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of
Life-life close like shutters
Godamn stayin healthy is hard
As a motherfucker
Fresh off the block G's know my name
Suicide hood and 4 do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when
I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they
Know what I claim
Ain't no doubt these diamonds in
My mouth the best shown
Well known reppin Texas finna show
That I'm well blown
H Town to Vegas niggas know
That I hail chrome
The feds see I'm ballin so
They tappin my cell phone
And I ain't mad plus I got
The hood at my back
That'll go to war with anybody
Playin with my stacks
Hit the stash while the slab
Sideways in the Lac
Lookin like a "Superstar" Mike
D and Fat Pat maybe hit 'em with the ghetto
They'll know that I'm real
And know that I'm still like
UGK keepin it trill
Look at the grill I promise
I'll be givin you chills
Like I was Screw in '98 while
He was touchin the wheels
Hold 'em up I'll show
You how we rep-in-the-south
Tall tees, jeans creesed
J's step in the south
And any hater runnin up finna
Get left in the south
We keep a trunk full-of bang that
Get ya deaf in the south
And I be fuckin with J Prince
And Z-Ro will stay down
My kin folk Rollin we gon
Come for the take down
And show 'em how it go ain't
No more touchin the Grey Hound
We shine for the south get
With it or lay down
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
I'm from the H where niggas
On the block all day
Where we grip the wood and flip 4's all day
With the king of the ghetto you
Know we loc all day
From the tre', to the North
On back to West-8
It ain't a doubt I'm young but
I'm a ball for mine
22's on the Lac sittin tall for mine
VS1's in my grill when I'm crawl the line
And if a jacker runnin up
He gon be fallin down
We gon'do it for the Pat and
We gon'do it for the Screw
Doug gotta red, but I'm still ridin blue
Bring it to the south and I'm
A show you what it do
Trunk up, top down when
I come through-Slow, Loud, to the Bang
Put it like pimp got diamonds on the brain
If it ain't a slab better
Get up out the lane
Diamonds in my grill got the
Hood off the chain
Don't worry bout a thing
I'm from the south where the riders
And the rollers be at
CC's in my grill I pay a
Thousand just to see that
The penitentary is where they
Never hold me at
Haters be talkin down but they
Never hold me back (fuck y'all)
From a small gram to a whole zone
If a nigga talk down I'm
A break his nose bone
Cop a new set of 83's and get my poke on
Get a new sack
Roll it fat and get my smoke on
Fuck a law since a nigga
Don't know who it is
It's Boss with a mint in
My mouth handlin my biz
Every diamond in my mouth I
Handle like they my kids
Drank follow my diamonds when I
Pop open the lid
I take 'em to Johnny to get a check up
Fall up in the hood and kick it
Just to pick my check up
ABN and Hoover gang bitch so respect us
Ears and my neck infested
With diamonds in Texas
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Blucker, blucker
Blucker that's how my gun go
If I'm lookin aggitated bitch
You better run ho i used to do the bagguetes
But not VS 1's though
Princess cutts up and down Johnny done those
I got loud ice just like Paul Wall
Shinin down south brighter then all y'all
When it's time to get ya jewelry
Done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shinin at all
Check me out on the 1st and the
15th I'm somethin like a pimp
Even with a suspended license
I'm still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash
Ain't nothin I can't get
5 duece Hoover cuz, ain't nothin like a crip
Ride with a revolver I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggas tryna make
Me bust my chips but I'm not a bank I
Don't even trust my bitch
I'm from the south
And I got diamonds in my mouth
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