KC Da Beatmonster - Dream / Southern Hospitality / Partna Dem lyrics

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KC Da Beatmonster - Dream / Southern Hospitality / Partna Dem lyrics

[Part 1: Dream] I had a dream I ran Atlanta, and I was on every radio station. And 107.9 was 97.5 again. And they played me at Golden Glide on Friday. And they played me real loud on the street, we drive up Memorial Drive, up Wesley Chapel. I reopen 112, and Jazzy T's. I'd bring back Turner Field. I fire all the cops in Cobb county. Chick-Fil-A will be open on Sundays. I bring back LaFace Records, Freaknik. Kilo Ali, Lou. I got J.R. Crickets some Spelman girls with big booties. I reopen SciTrek, strippers will get Mother's day off, and I'd have my own Gangsta Grillz mixtape [Part 2: Southern Hospitality] [Intro] Hey this is Steve Smith from American Dad, and this is Royalty STONE MOUNTAIN [Intro: DJ Drama] This what y'all been waiting for? In Gambino we trust! (Gangsta!) R O Y A L T Y is forever DJ Drama is forever (Gangsta grizzilz!) Y'all ready? Gambino.. (yea) Get em! [Verse 1] (I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'em I ain't no b**h, all I do is run 'em) (x2) n***a I was stunin', keep that sh** a hunnid If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion If it ain't about- [Break: DJ Drama] After selling out the Georgia Dome 3 nights in a row, after selling 10 million copies of his newest album, Roscoe's Wetsuit, in one week. After successfully petitioning to recarve his own face into Stone Mountain (Stone Mountain), he's still givin' you n***as a free mixtape! Why Gambino, why young guy? Why so generous? [Verse] I ain't no snitch, cops I don't trust 'em I ain't no b**h, all I do is run 'em (It's R O Y A L T Y!) n***a I was stunin', keep that sh** a hunnid If it ain't about the money then it's not up for discussion If it ain't about progress, ain't about success Why this n***a suspect? You ain't seen sus yet I'mma f** the game so hard like Tiff n***as takin' shots, I'm like "n***a don't tempt me" I seen what you make, yeah them shows sold out But you doing clubs and I'm doing like all out, things Why the hell he rapping if he all out sings Royalty the movement, we all out kings For real, Bino on a mission We are not friends, n***a this is business Girl this my dream, ain't no split decisions Watch me cut this b**h off, I'mma need some scissors Mama in the kitchen, hot sauce on them chitlins I was always spittin', just that no one else was listening Got your girl and now we kissin' She attracted to my vision Now she see what she was missin' Now she act a little different Telling you she need some distance Yeah come on over, we can talk about it Now this n***a mad, yeah he thought about it But he don't really want it Semen on her stomach That's a second coming, Jesus Flow so genius, can't low-key this Puffin' on a swisha like a ho smoke penis They want me Uncle Remus But I'm just flexin' on 'em [Part 3: Partna Dem] [Intro] This on some old Atlanta sh**. But I like it cause, it's not about what you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying? [Verse] Royalty my partna dem No one else might partna dem Stay strapped with that arsenal These n***as winnin', it's hard to tell Move over, we about to take over Slide up in them DMs, her n***a didn't even notice, I'm focused I'm the man of the hour, play me on Power Play me on Hot, n***a I'm hot, n***a don't stop Flow so cold put a cherry on top Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the autonomy f** all your feelings, I'm proud of me, head was so good it's psychology God damn, I'm just being who I am From that weird a** little kid to this ballin' a** grown man Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem' Chain been burr since Novem', that means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin' If your man don't want to lick it I volunteer as tribute You n***as on them Hunger Games, I'm eating O's like onion rings I k** them hoes so constantly I ain't even gotta sugar coat it See them titties, wanna motorboat it I'm Dopaliscious like Spottie Ottie Y'all don't know me, run the world Turnin' up like that little girl, like Ay-Ay-Ay-Turnup! Tell them n***as it's tax season Atlanta Georgia, that's black Sweden I'm such a martyr, die for the game I'm such a MARTA I'm runnin' trains like whoo Slow that sh**, felt that sh** Let me hear it