Letras:
T I King Of Da South

A king wit' a concubine Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it and I mean that shit Ay, what's

I'm da rawest most Gutter In da street with da fiends and da Coke Cuttas' Disrespect yo whole click and I don't stutta' Westside til' I die Compton Muthafucka! Yea I

Dogg) Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run,

I'm crankin ma field with da brand knew clothes Girls be lookin like da da da da daaaa da But we still on da phine like da da da da daaaa da [Chorus]

in my cup I pop, I drank I'm on Patrone and purk, I can't thank I'm blowed, to tha do' don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home [Hook: x2] [E-40:] Straight

: T.I.] Went Frm Da King Of The South 2 Da King Of The States Ridin Roun' In A Car U Neva Seen In Da States No Idea Da Kinda How Much Yaye I Can Brin

I bet she mine when I find time Man I ain't lying, mine dimes I don't wine or dine Like clothesline hoes mine, I'm a goldmine Ay I'm the "King of Da South

da both from fire outside Ya both a (??) One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood You two da from da Brook-a-lyn, ah ya both from Jonx You da dumb prom queen

't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1: YG Hootie]