True (featuring Lil' Flip
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๐ ID: 11621598
๐ Lyrics
Here lizard-lizard-lizard, uh
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, 'cause true speak for itself baby
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
I ain't gotta say I'm true, 'cause true speak for itself baby
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.91] Here lizard-lizard-lizard, uh
[00:03.60] It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
[00:07.22] The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
[00:09.09] Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go
[00:12.56] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[00:15.32] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[00:18.23] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[00:21.35] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[00:24.40] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[00:27.72] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[00:30.54] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[00:33.50] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[00:36.25] Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
[00:39.02] In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
[00:41.77] From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
[00:45.31] From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
[00:48.13] I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
[00:50.82] Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
[00:54.43] Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
[00:57.11] Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
[00:59.84] Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
[01:03.48] Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
[01:06.20] I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
[01:08.98] It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
[01:12.58] I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
[01:15.26] I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
[01:18.84] Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
[01:21.59] I ain't gotta say I'm true, 'cause true speak for itself baby
[01:25.04] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[01:27.31] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[01:30.49] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[01:33.66] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[01:36.72] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[01:40.12] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[01:42.75] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[01:45.78] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[01:48.64] They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
[01:51.38] If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
[01:54.04] Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
[01:57.64] Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
[02:00.49] And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
[02:04.09] Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
[02:06.75] If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
[02:10.34] 'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
[02:13.01] Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
[02:15.73] 'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
[02:19.56] I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
[02:22.15] Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
[02:25.76] Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
[02:28.41] I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
[02:31.16] The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
[02:33.80] And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
[02:38.39] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[02:40.66] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[02:43.69] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[02:46.77] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[02:49.52] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[02:52.92] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[02:55.88] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[02:58.96] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[03:02.84] The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
[03:04.66] I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
[03:08.21] Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
[03:11.06] Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
[03:13.78] Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
[03:17.36] Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
[03:20.05] I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
[03:22.73] Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
[03:26.34] We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
[03:29.00] Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
[03:32.78] I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
[03:34.54] Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
[03:38.19] That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
[03:41.73] Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
[03:44.48] We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
[03:47.11] And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
[03:50.86]
[00:03.60] It's the almighty King Koopa, Chamillionaire
[00:07.22] The color changing lizard, the Mixtape Messiah
[00:09.09] Please stand for the ghetto national anthem, let's go
[00:12.56] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[00:15.32] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[00:18.23] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[00:21.35] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[00:24.40] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[00:27.72] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[00:30.54] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[00:33.50] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[00:36.25] Forget what these boys is talking bout, we wipe boys down
[00:39.02] In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown
[00:41.77] From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods
[00:45.31] From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
[00:48.13] I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae
[00:50.82] Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
[00:54.43] Haters jealous on the sidelines, running they mouth
[00:57.11] Cause I roll with T.I.P., the king of the South
[00:59.84] Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas
[01:03.48] Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas
[01:06.20] I'm breaking bread with Mike Jones, and Slim Thug the Boss
[01:08.98] It's Paul Wall, still representing Swishahouse
[01:12.58] I'm with my boy Big Kaila, I don't bar no hater
[01:15.26] I'm on the grind for paper, I'll holla at ya later
[01:18.84] Forget what they talking bout, I'm in love with my wealth
[01:21.59] I ain't gotta say I'm true, 'cause true speak for itself baby
[01:25.04] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[01:27.31] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[01:30.49] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[01:33.66] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[01:36.72] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[01:40.12] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[01:42.75] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[01:45.78] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[01:48.64] They say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
[01:51.38] If she's a dime tell her I'm fine, and she'll say true-true
[01:54.04] Turn up the bang if you into, something color changing the rims do
[01:57.64] Sound like a train cause when I stop, they be like choo-choo-choo
[02:00.49] And I'm thugging too homie, the heater kinda like Al Bundy's hand
[02:04.09] Believe me everytime you see me, it's gon be in her pants
[02:06.75] If I do a crime and you snitch, homie the heater will snitch too
[02:10.34] 'Cause if the police come around, it'll be pointing at you
[02:13.01] Somebody give mouth to mouth to this mic, after it melt
[02:15.73] 'Cause the only rapper out rapping me is me, after myself
[02:19.56] I hope you internet thugs, that will swear that I ain't the tightest
[02:22.15] Have cyber sex with Cita, until you catch a virus
[02:25.76] Why is he saying this, to piss boys off
[02:28.41] I officially claim myself, the rap King of the South
[02:31.16] The say I'm the greatest of all time, and I say who and they say you
[02:33.80] And I say naw, give that title to the late great DJ Screw, rest in peace
[02:38.39] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[02:40.66] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[02:43.69] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[02:46.77] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[02:49.52] Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true, I'm true
[02:52.92] You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do, I do
[02:55.88] You candy red you candy blue, you popping trunk you jamming Screw
[02:58.96] Don't know about you, but I'm true, I'm true
[03:02.84] The definition of a pimp is (me), cause I ain't doing shit for (free)
[03:04.66] I got my own label now, if you ain't heard it's (Clover G's)
[03:08.21] Now me and Will chasing the scrill, we pulling up on chrome wheels
[03:11.06] Nigga, your royalty check looking like my phone bill
[03:13.78] Quick to capping picture snapping, paparazzi follow me
[03:17.36] Yeah I'm platinum I'll slap him, if he smoke up all my weed
[03:20.05] I love to speed on dubs and Spre's, bitches leave the club with me
[03:22.73] Snitches mean mugging me, don't make me bust my fucking heat
[03:26.34] We popping trunks and smoking blunts, that sticky-ickie (ooh-wee)
[03:29.00] Last year I did a mill, now I'm bout to do (three)
[03:32.78] I bring the heat on every track, it's five G's for every bar
[03:34.54] Just because I'm in a Porsche box, don't mean I like the spa
[03:38.19] That don't mean I like the car, you know I'm down to break your jaw
[03:41.73] Just because I burn rubber, that don't mean I like the tar
[03:44.48] We ghetto stars in every state, like Pimp and Bun we keep it trill
[03:47.11] And if you ain't heard, it's Lil' Flipper and Chamill'
[03:50.86]