Daddy Yankee Follow

From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth

Hold up a minute, I'm the king of the ghetto
Holdin' the rap game like wood grain can't let go
You niggaz a never see me I'm on another level
Stay diggin' a nigga grave, keep a gun and a shovel

And pourin' acid to get rid of 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 then I'm gone hit the fence

Better keep my mouth close so they can't see the shinning
Think it was Z-Ro 'cuz all you see is diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freezer with bags of ice in it
My .357 pretty but ain't nuthin' nice in it

Too many bitches and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real niggas unda tha guttas
Watch a nigga from the life, life close like shutters
Goddamn, stayin' healthy is hard as a motherfucker

From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth

I got diamonds all in my mouth
In my grill and in my jaw
Platinum teeth and princess cuts
And my mouth is similar to a disco ball

I'm Paul Wall, my smile is blindin'
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 more karats than vegetable soup
I'm a Texas icon, the peoples champ
Put on your shades when I commence to approach
My mouth is illuminating like a lamp

We got gold grills and platinum and ice
'Cause thats how it is in the lone star state
With a cup full of barre in a candy car
And we jammin' on a Robert Davis great tape

From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth

Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill
You just rappin' that ain't platinum, homie, you need to chill
'Cause you embarrasin' Texas nigga, you ain't trill
Nigga, you been on my dick way before you got your deal

These rappers finally get some fame and then think they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga, you gon' be on koch
My gear clean from my earrings to my pinky ring
If you ain't spend 30, boy, tuck in your piece and chain

From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth

Blucka, blucka, blucka that's how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch, you better run, hoe
I used to do the bauggetes now VS 1's though
Princess cuts straight down Jhonny 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 fellaz ain't shining at all, check me out

On the 1st and 15th, I'm somethin' like a pimp
Even with a suspended license still finna flip
Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nuthin' I can't get
Five deuce hubba 'cuz ain't nuthin' like a crip

Ride with a revolver, don't fuck with the 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

From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
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From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth
From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth