Text písně I'm A King

Now, errbody wanna be the king of the south 
When, they ain't runnin' a damn thang but they mouth 
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion 
But in the south, in any hood, its understood without sayin' 
It's a given, and it ain't cuz of what I'm doin' for a livin' 
It's, more 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 and Center Hillin' 
Made provisions for the click and continue keepin' it pimpin' 
Whether crack was in the house or record sales went through the ceilin' 
So say what chu want, and do what chu plea[se] 
But for fun, I shoot 22 from ya shoe to ya knee[s] 
I run a record label and a crew of Gs 
So, niggas'll come and look for you if I sneeze 
Or even breathe the wrong way 
You better do what the song say 
And Be Easy, 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 dawg 
(I'm a king) A Bentley coupe with the top chopped off 
(I'm a king) I'm connected nationwide, but in the south 
(I'm a king) Just expect ya to keep my name out cha mouth 
(I'm a king) 

VERSE 2(Lil Scrappy) 
I'm a grand hot shelf, the last playa left 
Nigga wanna harden up, I'm the ruler of myself (self) 
Fresh when I walk, you got manure in your steps 
The less a nigga talk, the more a boss is impressed 
It's a mess when you flex, let's take away your belt 
Leave you stretched on the whepps, take your head off your neck 
Shit I feel like Sha Po', I'll roll more or less (more or less) 
45s in my slets, I ride for the set 
You ain't live as a Tekk, assault rifle of a boy 
I treat 'em like pets, solid gold bullets 
I'll kill you with finesse (shh), this is not a test 
Desert Es at your request, it's poppin' all that shit, now what do you suggest? 

Hey, hey, hey, hey 
Laid out like a drunk on the late late, so haters hate 
The hell with all the haters say, from Wednesday to Tuesday 
T.I.P. like a fool HEY (fool HEY....fool HEY) 


vERSE 3(P$C) 
I'm down with the kings, some call me the greatest 
Number 1 hustler, I keep the street blazin' 
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins 
Why y'all cherrypickin' hustlers out here slavin'? 
That cane shit nigga run deep in my veins 
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne 
That's pimpin', my game is premium like octane 
Can't tell we knowin' bout stackin' these bitches mayne 

VERSE 4(T.I.) 
I'm the king of the dirty, superceded in the throne 
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome 
With a princess so demandin' and an aura so strong 
The south ain't been represented like this is so long 
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin' on my temper 
Or otherwise I'd cock some pistols send some missles to your temple 
Disrespect us Imma blick up to ya, get ya, plain and simple 
Brass knuckles to your dentals, blast suckas in their dimples 



Diskografie Clifford Harris – Clifford Harris

  1. 25 To Life
  2. Westside
  3. Fuck Where Ya From
  4. I'm A King
  5. Like A movie
  6. Lookin' Shife
  7. Still I Luv Her
  8. Coming Down
  9. Mess It Up
  10. Touch Something
  11. Murder Game
  12. Crew