Текст, перевод и аккорды “I'm Da King”
- (Woman: Mixtape Messiah.......Da King is here nigga!) (T.I. Insert) Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit Ay I'm the king cuz I said it, I'm the king cuz I said it I'm the king cuz I said it and I mean that shit Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit Ay what's so special bout him, he ain't all that, shit I set the city on fire and you seen that shit [Chamillionaire] Stupid you runnin' around like the Messiah isn't a force Then tell me how did my first album even get on The Source I was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of course But I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche I can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' it Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with it I don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin it I just jump over the bridge and pimp-slap em' for doin' it I'ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label gon' say they know ya You's a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it's over Mixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I'm savin' for ya And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin' and raise it for ya (Weww!) And I ain't the only person who sick of ya voice I kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoice But I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of course That's why I'ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse (T.I. Insert) [Chamillionaire] Yeah, you'll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladder You better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter (You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for Hatter Even though niggaz be ignorin' my questions bout business matters Cat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call Cat I call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call back I just wanted my songs back, but they act like I'm on crack To drop another Cham' & Paul, we ain't even on contract Parta' the game is that, I keep gettin' reminded daily Labels ahead 'll screw you, that's the business out of it baby Nigga was grindin' daily, but suspicions was kinda crazy I had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay me It's crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin' a ass Like Rap-A-Lot, what's the label that was always on time with cash Gave em' my price, they didn't try to make me go down a tag So for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it's done they ain't gotta ask Ain't a nigga who can persuay me to go back to House So I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouth That nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the South Was in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the Boss Sure you do, I hope that's not a story they told to you You need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' you You ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for you Cuz my pockets got more G's, then a G-Unit quotable G-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you's a pee-on please Why is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leave Air-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleeves Ya stay on D, like defenders durin' three-on-three's My momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom home Rasaq moved off to solo and got a lil' crib of his own Then I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chrome My money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones Your album, so what we heard you was comin' soon Yeah the song with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was Loon I can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-room Then I can park that whole truck inside my Master Bedroom Saw ya DVD you talkin' that ridiculous noise Sister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yours Danny DeVito duckin' down couldn't even fit through your doors You gotta be Kiddin' me BOY!, is you Kiddin' you SURE! (SURE!) (T.I. Insert) (Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire's Hotline)
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