From The South Lyrics - Singles - Z-ro

I got the diamonds in my mouth 

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

Holding 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 pouring gas too, if there evidence 

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

I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence 

Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma 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 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it 

Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers 

Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter 

Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters 

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

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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 commits to approach, my mouth is eliminating 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 bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey Tape 

Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill 

You just rapping 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, tuck in your piece and chain (Southside) 

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

If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run hoe 

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 

Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip 

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

These roach ass niggaz, 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 

(*Hook slowed down*)