Lyrics:
Block rocker Im a super saiyen, got a bad bitch goto war about me
Im in Alabama ima in Atlanta im in New York down to south beach
White knuckle grip
nigga, ain't never fuck niggas
Tell 'em that don't wanna play this South shit, okay
ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi
North Carolina, Louisiana,
Florida,
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
to present to y'all
A motherfucker from around the way, Westside
Goes by the name of, what they call you homeboy
You know what it is, tell 'em who you are
march in Alabama Was just at Columbus, Ohio teaching little kids South ? southwest are teaching sampling Now gynecologists will do a lot of interviews
the artists we hear today
Influenced by Southern Rock and Roll
R and B and Soul
Hip Hop heavens to Soundgardens
Bringing better smiles like braces
To all your
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
Hey, ho, we know how this story goes
Hey, ho, the plot it thickens and grows
Hey, ho, there's nothing left to hide
Hey, ho, down here on the south
Hey, ho, we know how this story goes
Hey, ho, the plot it thickens and grows
Hey, ho, there's nothing left to hide
Hey, ho, down here on the south
spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs
So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk
And it's pimpin'
to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
You know Kriss, I'm Kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No Limit n****z got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger
Goes into every song creation
The first and second album rocked you
Third album made you think and got through
Didn't you think I knew?
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
that
Darling darling
You're all I dream of
In the south of France
In the south of France
Now the clock is ticking and what remains
Is all we have
know me from the show me outta South Carolina
Down to Mississippi, Alabama, sweet Georgia pine, they be like
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
That's
keep a pole by em
South Carolina gamecocks, he got the hoes by em
South Dakota chillin', met a girl the only ten I see
I be volunteering for the bag,
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
my song
Call from the heist, I know y'all better think twice (what?)
about the still number one (uh-huh) South South Bronx (say what?)
At the Latin
Ocean rise
Velvet dress
Sister smiles
In the South wave
Wash my mind when I still don t know anything at all
Means something when in all this I was
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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