Here lizard-lizard-liazrd, 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      [Hook - 2x]   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      [Paul Wall]   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      [Hook - 2x]      [Chamillionaire]   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      [Hook - 2x]      [Lil' Flip]   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'