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Correct I'm A King Lyrics
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(T. I.) Big Country Cane, Big Homie What it is I think I'm a rap straight up for these niggas Now Everybody wanna be the king of the south When they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth no doubt It's all good ya'll just statin ya'll opinion But in the south in any hood it's understood without saying it's a given It ain't because 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 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, niggas'll 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 it'll be a long day [Chorus:] I'm a King - Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans I'm a King - ya twisted nigga couldn't see me in your dreams I'm a King - Top topic of all of ya magazines I'm a King - head of the body leader of the team I'm a King - Remember I can get ya block knocked off 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 respect it and keep my name out ya mouth I'm a King (Psc) I'm the prince shorty don't 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 I'm famous don't know what I was thinking This for every young nigga thinking he passed me I just think of you gone and that shit'll be nasty I'm a stay ballin off of my old school classics The strength got big bank let's see if you can match it [Chorus:] Shorty I'm down with the king so call me the greatest The number 1 hustler I keep the street blazin If the grapes don't sell I dry em up and sell raisins Why ya'll 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 that's pimpin My game is premium like octane, can't tell me nothing about stacking these benjamins (T. I.) I'm 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 ain't been represented like this in so long I'm an emperor ya best be glad I'm working on my temper Otherwise I'll c*** a pistol and send some missiles to your temple Disrespect, I'm a blooka till it gets straight and simple Brass knuckles to ya dentals blast suckers in they dimples [Chorus:]
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