[Hook - 4x]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth

[Z-Ro]
Hold up a minute, I`m the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can`t let go
You ni**az`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 ni**az under the gutter
Watch a ni**a full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is hard as a mo`f**ker

[Hook - 4x]

[Paul Wall]
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

[Hook - 4x]

[Lil` Flip]
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, ni**a you ain`t trill
Ni**a 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, ni**a 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)

[Hook - 4x]

[Z-Ro]
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 f**k with clips
These roach ass ni**az, 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 - 3x]

(*Hook slowed down*)