From the South

Lyrics

[Chorus: Z-Ro] From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth (Yeah) From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth (Screwed Up Click) From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South (That's how we do it down South) I got them diamonds in my mouth [Verse 1: 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 niggas'll never see me, I'm on another level Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel And chloric acid to eat up the evidence Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went I'ma get you if I owe you, visit your residence Lay the murk game down and then I'ma 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 niggas under the gutter Watch a nigga full of life life close like shutters God damn, stayin' healthy is hard as a motherfucker [Chorus: Z-Ro & Trae tha Truth] From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth (Yeah) From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth (Asshole By Nature in this motherfucker) From the– from the South (Say, Ro, I'm 'bout to get these hoes) I got them diamonds in my mouth [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] Fresh off the block, G's know my name Suicide hood and four-doors swingin' 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 inside of my mouth the best shown Well known, reppin' Texas, finna show that I'm well blown H-Town to Vegas, niggas 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 my 'Lac Lookin' like a superstar, Mike D and Fat Pat Maybe hit 'em with the ghetto, then 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 ninety-eight while he was touching the wheels Hold 'em up, I'll show you how we rep in the South My tall tee, jeans creased, 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 you deaf in the South And I be fuckin' with J Prince and Z-Ro'll stay down My kin folk roll, we gon' come for the take down And show 'em how it go, ain't no more touching the Grey Hound We shine for the South, get with it or lay down [Chorus: Z-Ro] From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth [Verse 3: Jay'Ton] From the H where niggas on the block all day Where we grip the wood and flip four'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'ma ball for mine Twenty-twos on the 'Lac, sittin' tall for mine V-S-1's in my grill when I 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 got a red, but I'm still ridin' blue Bring it to the South and I'ma 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 that lane Diamonds on my grill, got the hood off the chain [Verse 4: Lil Boss] Don't worry 'bout a thing I'm from the South where the riders and the rollers C at CC's in my grill, I pay a thousand just to see that The penitentiary 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'ma break his nose bone Cop a new set of eighty-threes and get my poke on Get a new sack, roll it fat and get my smoke on, fuck a loss Since a nigga don't know who it is It's Boss with a mint in my mouth handling my biz Every diamond in my mouth I handle like they my kids Drink follow my diamonds when I pop open the lid I take 'em to Johnny to get a check up Fall up in the hood again just to pick my check up ABN and Hoover gang, bitch, so respect us Ears and my neck infested with diamonds in Texas [Chorus: Z-Ro] From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth [Verse 5: Z-Ro] (Blucker, blucker, blucker) That's how my gun go If I'm lookin' agitated, bitch, you better run, ho I used to do the baguettes, but now V-S-1's though Princes cuts, ready for down, Johnny done those I got loud ice just like Paul Wall Shinin' 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 shinin' at all Check me out on the first and fifteenth, I'm somethin' like a pimp Even with a suspended license, still finna flip Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothin' I can't get Five-deuce Hoover, cuz, ain't nothin' like a crip Ride with a revolver, I don't fuck with clips These roach ass niggas 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: Z-Ro] From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth [Outro: Z-Ro] From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the South I got them diamonds in my mouth From the– from the South I got them diamonds in my mouth