I'm A King Lyrics
The song I'm A King is performed by P$C .
Send I'm A King Ringtone to your Cell
(T.I.)
Big Country Cane, Big Homie What it is
I think Im a rap straight up for these niggas
Now Everybody wanna be the king of the south
When they aint runnin a damn thing but they mouth no doubt
Its all good yall just statin yall opinion
But in the south in any hood its understood without saying its a given
It aint because of what Im doin for a livin,
its more because of what I do and how Im livin
Not to mention when Im rappin
Im 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, niggasll 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 itll be a long day
(Chorus)
Im a King Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
Im a King ya twisted nigga couldnt see me in your dreams
Im a King Top topic of all of ya magazines
Im a King head of the body leader of the team
Im a King Remember I can get ya block knocked off
Im a King a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
Im a King Im connected nationwide but in the South
Im a King just respect it and keep my name out ya mouth
Im a King
(PSC)
Im the prince shorty dont 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 d**k, big chain it just keep on hanging
Got a Hollywood hoe and a broad that be sanging
They be hatin cause Im famous dont know what I was thinking
This for every young nigga thinking he pa*sed me
I just think of you gone and that shitll be nasty
Im a stay ballin off of my old school cla*sics
The strength got big bank lets see if you can match it
(Chorus)
Shorty Im down with the king so call me the greatest
The number 1 hustler I keep the street blazin
If the grapes dont sell I dry em up and sell raisins
Why yall 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 thats pimpin
My game is premium like octane, cant tell me nothing about stacking these benjamins
(T.I.)
Im 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 aint been represented like this in so long
Im an emperor ya best be glad Im working on my temper
Otherwise Ill cock a pistol and send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect, Im a blooka till it gets straight and simple
Bra*s knuckles to ya dentals blast s*ckers in they dimples
(Chorus)