Rama III
Nangklao (Thai: นั่งเกล้า) or Rama III (31 March 1788 – 2 April 1851) was the third monarch of Siam under the House of Chakri, ruling from 21 July 1824 to 2 April 1851. He succeeded his father, Rama II, as the King of Siam. His succession was unusual according to the traditions because Nangklao was a son of a concubine rather than a queen. His accession was perceived by foreign observers as having usurped the prior claim of Prince Mongkut, who was a legitimate son of Rama II born to a queen, Srisuriyendra. Under the old concept of Thai monarchy, however, a proper king must emulate Maha Sammata in that he must be "elected by the people." Ironically, Prince Mongkut may have later contributed to this misconception, when he feared that his own accession might be perceived by foreign observers as a usurpation.
During Nangklao's reign, the military hegemony of Siam was established by putting down the Laotian Rebellion (1826-1829, in what would come to be called Isan), the Siamese–Vietnamese War (1831–34), and the Siamese-Vietnamese War fought in Cambodia (1841–45).
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Bring It To The Back (bow Wow Diss)
by: Romeo[Intro:]
Come here little fella
Where you goin
I wont bite you
Ha ha
Those little dogs are somethin arent they
They think there big then they run away from you
Well I got somethin for you little fella
Come here
[Hook:]
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
You dont want none knuck if you buck bro
[Verse:]
Hey Im a pimp, walk wit a limp
Down South country boy and you know him
Kinda throwed off crazy in the head a little
Boy you'll never make it dey been sayin that since I was little
Little Master P, Im always be
Money out castin chicks every day of the week
Im the dog catcher thats why your girl left yea
You should have stayed on the leash you look much better
And I aint about stuntin its all real
But if you keep yappin you gon need a new grill
And why turn you white shirt all Burgundy
If you a real man take it to the ring wit me
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[Verse:]
Kill is in my blood, nothin but thugs
So when I roll through your hood Gs show me love
And I aint have to hustle Well maybe just a little
But Im the son of a rapper I make riddles
My pockets real fat lookin like Puffy Pack
Got the china dog layin up in the Lack
Baby Shaq thats what I call those
Im in a phantom you’s in a Volvo
Im a Pit Bull, you just a little poodle
You seem hard but you soften up like noodles
You think your real tough well take it to the gutta
Its all good go get permission from your mother
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Hey I dont like rappers cause most dudes fake
They always have a wish never blew that cake
See me Im different been there and done it
I aint gotta play hard thats why I got my cousins
Make my own beats different chicks every week
You aint gotta play kids love me in the streets
Im a hood star, or an urban legend
Always hear about me but never see a legend
All black tinted, when I roll by
Your girl here wit me she aint got it ha
But enough jokes this aint the late show
I aint tryin here if yea aint talkin though