ฟังเพลงKing Of The South (Explicit)

King of the South (Explicit) - Big K.R.I.T.

Grew up on the country side of town

Now I'm ballin' under city lights

Grew up on the country side of town

Now I'm ballin' under city lights

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south

Grew up on the country side of town

M-I crooked my ni**a

Do it for the south, ya'll know

Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the slaves

Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go

Rep that, rep that sh*t like I own it

I did it big for my fam and my homies

I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop

For the times I was out here homeless, God flow

Time and time again I tried to tell these niggas

Yo what I say to these niggas?

Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a sack

Give a lap dance b**ch a** ni**a

B bop flow coke up

25 lighters on my dresser, ain't sh*t changed

Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a stretcher

So clean you think might I been selling coc*ine

Light at the end of the tunnel

When you're flexin' it's hard to be humble

Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam

Cause they might fumble

Kick that south flow that you can't get

Try to f**k the world but my dick won't fit

My b**ch like "KRIT, motherf**k they feelings

You wanna be king, gotta claim that sh*t"

I'm talkin' 'bout off with they heads

When you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs

When you come from the country

Your feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails

I ain't playin' no games

I leave with the future, you follow these lames

I embody the South, the swing, the grain

The trunk with the bang, the gold in their mouth

Grew up on the country side of town

Now I'm ballin' under city lights

Grew up on the country side of town

Now I'm ballin' under city lights

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south

Grew up on the country side of town

Ain't no love in the coliseum

This sh*t here been a bloodsport

Keep what you kill, f**k if they live

Cause everybody out here cutthroat

I've been quietly waitin'

Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'

Everybody wanna see a monster

Till they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"

I know what you thinking, this ni**a sh*t, must not be stankin'

He must not know better at all

Titans collide on the Zeus to survive

If not me b**ch, who the f**k you gone call?

To rain from the mountain tops

Still blood stains on the leaves

I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs

And them country folk that can't talk that sh*t

This ain't your curb, don't walk that b**ch

This ain't your porch, so keep off that sh*t

Go find a cliff and jump off that b**ch

If you don't think that I'm king

I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight

I could murder your favorite rapper

And all I get is "No way a Mississippi ni**a really that nice!"

F**k em, f**k em, f**k em, f**k em, f**k em, f**k em

I said it six times cause it's my pleasure

Say it one more time for just for good measure, f**k em

Raised by the King that before me

Slowly crept up and still paid dues

I embody the South, the swang, the bang

The soul and the paint and the blues

Grew up on the country side of town

Now I'm ballin' under city lights

Grew up on the country side of town

Now I'm ballin' under city lights

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south

Grew up on the country side of town