Lyrics:
aint programmed
we bow down to no man
By the base of the Mississippi
Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi
carry ax and a six pack everybody
folks, good folks going on the river
There no was no fights no ramps when you're going on the river
Way down the Mississippi way
Way down the Mississippi
the British came off rather ignominiously
Means they never done no good, no how, alright, now shut up, right
Well in 1814, we took a little trip
Along with
They're grazin' the field covered with tar
Can't get a price to see my way clear
I'm sitting down at the Sugarland Bar
It might as well bury my body
a little money
But ended up slow dancing all night to Tu Tupelo Honey
I've never been hurt by a girl from Mississippi
When she missed me she just kissed me
granny say boy you bet not miss ya blessin
She on cornbread, gettin 2 degrees, drinkin’ water by the gallon
In broad day she Megan good and at night she
a Thorn in my Mississippi Crown
Down by the Mississippi Sound
The people are looking for Higher Ground
Cat, Ship, Horn Island Bound
And we thank God for
to you bastards
Make them casper when they catch these hands
Fly like Jetson in a Ashton never crashing
Still advancing despite your scams
I just ball no
I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and go
change
I’m never gon change
Ten toes down
Middle finger
To a fuckin creep
Was in Sugarland
But ain’t nothin sweet
Pickin up
About a hundred treats
Phone
and stuff (come on)
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out
and stuff (come on)
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out
Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives
in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don't have
play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She be like, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi rock!"
play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks
Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat way back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
I'm Mississippi bound
No more will I live this empty life of lies
'Cause there ain't no sense in cloudin' up clear blue skies
No more hiding, no more
asks, not that they would
I'll be down in Mississippi and up to no good
No more, what a bore, had enough, I'm out the door
Headed for a breakdown, had it
in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down in Mississippi
Down in
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
To find my mouth, I'm spittin' flames wit Banner
Mississippi puttin' it down wit Atlanta
No cameras, bitch this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man
gotta spit it like Pac
I ain't got shit but I still feel good
Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got
Go hard in the paint, you can tell em post up
Walking round the city
Non stop home run
I'm now focusing on me
Mauve cheeks pink lips
No worry in sight
Till you came by
But you never there for
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