Trae

Trae - From The South (ABN Remix)

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[Hook x4]

From the South

I got the diamonds in my mouth

[Z-Ro]

Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto

holdin the rap game like wood grain can't let go

you niggaz'll never see me I'm on another level

stay ready to dig a grave keep a gun and a shovel

and pourin acid to eat up the evidence

I be in the rear view now you wonder where I went

I'm a get you if I owe ya-visit ya residence

lay the murk game down and then I'm a hit the fence

better keep my mouth closed so they can't see the shinin

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 three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't nothin nice in it

too many bitches and not enough rubbers

got so many of my real niggaz under the gutter

watch a nigga full of life-life close like shutters

godamn stayin healthy is hard as a motherfucker

[Trae]

Fresh off the block G's know my name

Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame

cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane

showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim

ain't no doubt these diamonds in my mouth the best shown

well known reppin Texas finna show that I'm well blown

H Town to Vegas niggaz know that I hail chrome

the feds see I'm ballin so they tappin my cell phone

and I ain't mad plus I got the hood at my back

that'll go to war with anybody playin with my stacks

hit the stash while the slab sideways in the Lac

lookin like a "Superstar" Mike D and Fat Pat

maybe hit 'em with the ghetto they'll know that I'm real

and know that I'm still like UGK keepin it trill

look at the grill I promise I'll be givin you chills

like I was Screw in '98 while he was touchin the wheels

Hold 'em up I'll show you how we rep-in-the-south

tall tees, jeans creesed, J's step in the south

and any hater runnin up finna get left in the south

we keep a trunk full-of-bang that get ya deaf in the south

and I be fuckin with J Prince and Z-Ro will stay down

my kin folk Rollin we gon come for the take down

and show 'em how it go ain't no more touchin the Grey Hound

we shine for the south get with it or lay down

[Hook x4]

From the South

I got the diamonds in my mouth

[Jay'Ton]

I'm from the H where niggaz on the block all day

where we grip the wood and flip 4's all day

with the king of the ghetto you know we loc all day

from the tre', to the North, on back to West-8

it ain't a doubt I'm young but I'm a ball for mine

22's on the Lac sittin tall for mine

VS1's in my grill when I'm crawl the line

and if a jacker runnin up he gon be fallin down

we gon'do it for the Pat and we gon'do it for the Screw

Doug gotta red, but I'm still ridin blue

bring it to the south and I'm a show you what it do

trunk up, top down when I come through-Slow, Loud, to the Bang

put it like pimp got diamonds on the brain

if it ain't a slab better get up out the lane

diamonds in my grill got the hood off the chain

[Boss]

Don't worry bout a thing...

I'm from the south where the riders and the rollers be at

CC's in my grill I pay a thousand just to see that

the penitentary is where they never hold me at

haters be talkin down but they never hold me back(fuck y'all)

from a small gram to a whole zone

if a nigga talk down I'm a break his nose bone

cop a new set of 83's and get my poke on

get a new sack, roll it fat and get my smoke on

fuck a law since a nigga don't know who it is

it's Boss with a mint in my mouth handlin my biz

every diamond in my mouth I handle like they my kids

drank follow my diamonds when I pop open the lid

I take 'em to Johnny to get a check up

fall up in the hood and kick it just to pick my check up

ABN and Hoover gang bitch so respect us

ears and my neck infested with diamonds in Texas

[Hook x4]

From the South

I got the diamonds in my mouth

[Z-Ro]

Blucker, blucker, blucker that's how my gun go

if I'm lookin aggitated bitch you better run hoe

I used to do the bagguetes but not VS 1's though

princess cutts up and down Johnny done those

I got loud ice just like Paul Wall

shinin down south brighter then all y'all

when it's time to get ya jewelry done who do y'all call

cause you fellas ain't shinin at all

check me out on the 1st and the 15th I'm somethin like a pimp

even with a suspended license I'm still finna flip

ain't no limit to this cash ain't nothin I can't get

5 duece Hoover cuz, ain't nothin like a crip

ride with a revolver I don't fuck with clips

these roach ass niggaz tryna 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

[Chorus x3]

[Chorus Screwed]

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