From the South

From the South

I got the diamonds in my mouth [Z-Ro]

Hold up a minute,

I'm the King of the

Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go

You ******'ll never see me,

I'm on another level

Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel

And pouring gas too, if there evidence

Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where

I went I'ma get you if

I owe ya, visit ya residence

Lay the merk game down, and then

I'ma hit the fence

Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining

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 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it

Too many *****es, and not enough rubbers

Got so many, all my real ****** under the gutter

Watch a ***** full of life, light close like shutters

God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo'****** [Hook x4] [Paul Wall]

I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws

Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball

I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier

I tend to brush my teeth with

Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear

I got mo' karats invested with soup,

I'm a Texas icon a

People's Champ

Put on your shades when

I commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating like a lamp

It got gold grills and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the

Lone Star

State With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a

Robert Davis

Grey Tape [Hook x4] [Lil' Flip]

Ever since 1999,

I had diamonds in my grill

You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill

Cause you embarrassing

Texas, ***** you ain't trill

***** you been on my ****, way befo' you got your deal

These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked

After your album flop, ***** you gon be on

Koch My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring

If you ain't spend thirty, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside) [Hook x4] [Z-Ro]

Blucka-blucka-blucka, that's how my gun go

If I'm looking agitated, ***** you better run hoe

I use to do the baguettes, but now

I'm VS-1's though

Princess cuts straight up and down,

Johnny done those

I got loud ice, just like

Paul Wall

Shining down

South, brighter than all y'all

When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call

Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out

On the first and fifteenth,

I'm some'ing like a pimp

Even with a suspended license, still finna flip

Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing

I can't get

Five deuce

Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a

Crip Ride with a

Revolve',

I don't **** with clips

These roach ass ******, trying to make me bust my chips

But I'm not a bank,

I don't even trust my *****

I'm from the

South, and

I got diamonds in my mouth [Hook x3] [Hook slowed down]