From The South - Z-Ro, Paul Wall, Flip

Hold up a minute, I’m the King of the Ghetto

Holding 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 pouring gas too, if there evidence

Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went

I’mma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence

Lay the merk game down, and then I’mma 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 .357 pretty, but ain’t nothing nice in it

Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers

Got so many, all my real niggas under the gutter

Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters

God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo’fucker

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 than vegetable soup, I’m a Texas icon, a People’s Champ

Put on your shades when I commence to approach, my mouth is illuminating 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 barre in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey

Tape

Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill

You just rappin, that ain’t platinum, homie you need to chill

Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain’t trill

Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal

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

After your album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch

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

If you ain’t spend thirty, boy tuck in your piece and chain (Southside)

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

If I’m looking agitated, bitch you better run ho

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

5 deuce Hoova Cuz ain’t nothing like a Crip

Ride with a Revolve', I don’t fuck with clips

These roach ass niggas, trying to 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