Lyrics:
G.O.A.T. talk
That's that (that's that) G.O.A.T. talk, ayy, ayy
Worldwide nigga, but I'm so South (so South)
They say you gotta hear it from the G.O.A.T.
a heathen in a sermon
But I don't talk about the Bible just the things I witness
Guess I've always been myself nigga
Cause I spend most of my time by myself
killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's
It's gon' be some consequences, go against the grain
It's gon' be some consequences if you say my name
It's gon' be some consequences, you better not
(yeah)
We're losin' again, homie, we losin' too many things
What should we tell our sons?
You know that they will be the men
Like you and me
If hope
I swear to god I can lament
But it wont make things any easier
The wind was blowing from the south
But it wasn’t on my back
Young boy you better
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
Florida now
Show you things you ain't never seen
305 south beach it's a pretty scene
Girl I wanna make love let me in between
Kiss you down from your nose
the chamber
I'm from the south bronx where you running into danger
See I had allot of friends but they turned to strangers
And I had allot of love but it turned
mother
Almost killed her, now she's better
Good sharp ears to listen to her
Our woman afraid of nothing
We are the wild things in her house
She says this
[Featuring Bun be Of UGK]
[EightBall]
Check 1 2
Check 1 2 baby yeah uh
1 2 1 2 microphone check 2
somebody better tells
askin' myself now will he …
Use that thing
To make my eardrums ring
It's all a bad dream
And I'm in South Philly
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Woke up like what you feel today
It’s Sunday morn
We got the whole day
What you say
Do the brunch thing we could eat here or we
because nothing was the same
Born an athlete on tracks I run beats
Feeling froggy then leap
Leave you 6ft deep
You think Miami you think tourist and south
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
at the block now nigger it's sold up
I ain't playing with ya old grand poobahs
South of rhyme don't make things with no cuss
Now take a picture of this eight
Uh uh uh yea yeah yea
Bet on this eh
Starboy things
Say dey be feeling my sound from Lagos to Soweto
South African girls dem a big booty shaker
My
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
in the south
Already know what we bout
Steadily holding it down down
Said I, I
I got it now
Beats and the flow I got it now
Cheese rolling in by
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
enough.
I might hurt your feelings.
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you.
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other day.
I'm strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings are already hurt by being here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your
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