[Hook - Pimp C]
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
[Verse 1: Bones]
Robert Davis, in my system
I turn it up and then I can feel him
Robert Davis, in my swisher
I take a hit and then I can feel it
Never comin' down, always goin' up
And don't ask "what's up?" cuz I am what's up
And don't ask what's good, the answers me
And don't ask who I'm with, I'm with the team
I'm guttin' blunts, I'm cuttin' trees
Young lumberjack with the rolled up sleeves
Rolled up jeans blowin' rolled up leaves
Ashin' out the window to the cold cut breeze
Cold cut team with the cold cut dream
And i'm lean till I R.I.P
Please, believe me, I been killin' these beats and bury them in a burial underneath the streets
Under my [?] under the bleachers I never see ya waitin' near the rejack
When you're an outlaw, like road dog, and when you a bad boy like DX
Throw an XD and a suck it
See we don't give a fuck we say fuck it
Fuck that and fuck Dave get ripped away but get out the way
AH!
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
RIP Robert Davis he the king of the South (South)
Anything else said need to shut ya fuckin mouth (mouth)
[Verse 1: Bones]
Robert Davis, in my system
I turn it up and then I can feel him
Robert Davis, in my swisher
I take a hit and then I can feel it
Never comin' down, always goin' up
And don't ask "what's up?" cuz I am what's up
And don't ask what's good, the answers me
And don't ask who I'm with, I'm with the team
I'm guttin' blunts, I'm cuttin' trees
Young lumberjack with the rolled up sleeves
Rolled up jeans blowin' rolled up leaves
Ashin' out the window to the cold cut breeze
Cold cut team with the cold cut dream
And i'm lean till I R.I.P
Please, believe me, I been killin' these beats and bury them in a burial underneath the streets
Under my [?] under the bleachers I never see ya waitin' near the rejack
When you're an outlaw, like road dog, and when you a bad boy like DX
Throw an XD and a suck it
See we don't give a fuck we say fuck it
Fuck that and fuck Dave get ripped away but get out the way
AH!
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