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the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus
And watch him run to grandma, cryin' on the dock
He opened up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box
He'd
love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys
[Lil' Flip]
really high, mane, I'm about the south
Smoked out, loc'd out killas, ain't takin' nothin' from you niggas
So back the fuck up before Da Devil's
heat
put it up now for the dirty south
southern fried now all up in your mouth
it's that hip hop shit with the southern twist
and you pick em up
by screw
(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys
(Lil' Flip)
down south I make em stop
Side, South Side, South Side
South Side, South Side, South Side
South Side
I grew up on the rough side of town, kids play stick-up
Playing the game
, south
South, south, south.
She a Southside Goddess and she know this
Hold up, wait
Wait a minute
Tell me what I gotta do
To stay right next to you
Tell
I opened up fire on the ride G
Who I was shootin' for was standin' right behind me
I had a double barrel pointed at my ass
Could this be the end
and reckless
But we come up full of blessings
Ya I did it with my god by my side
Southside south south southSide
Coming live from the southside
Southside south
one more time for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang,
Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South ****
Fact not fiction **** that **** y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the ****
Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South shit
Fact not fiction fuck that shit y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the fuck
charged
Campaign, Wallace began backpedaling, and he
Opened up Alabama politics to minorities at a rate
Faster than most Northern states or the Federal
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
is my home populated by savages man
Did you know that this place we call home
Was a social experiment
Set up by the government
To keep us in poverty
He ran his wife Lurleen in his place and she won by a landslide.
He's most famous as the beligerant racist voice of the segregationist south,
Standing
Put your hands together
If you’re strong why don’t you stand up on your feet
Common let’s play
Spreading on every side common
The lord is with me
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
And I got a lot of money on my mind (yeah)
Maybe we can go for it, fly you from the south for it
When they open up, I'ma show you how they
How they
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
the middle of the summer no ceiling fan
And Enoch Dad took his blue mini van
So we back to riding bikes to circle K
Had to roll up
So I cop a 3 for $2 dutch
I
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