Lyrics:
John Cena
Roll with gangs and killers
Keep stepping all your excuses
You know that the south made most them realers
Coming at me better come correct
If
Yeah, you used to talk about
Gettin' even further south
Somewhere where the summer lasted all year 'round
Probably got a big ol' diamond on your
what she's about,
She gave me the phone number and the address to her house,
I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero,
Walked in the door with my three
this chick and she just moved right up the block
From me
And she got the hots for me, the finest thing I need
To see
But oh, no, no, she got a man
There's a sunny little country south of Mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow
But breezes aren't the only things that blow
In El
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
and you’re staring
At the physical thing
Our personalities just didn’t balance
I wish it could’ve worked
But hey, it happens
We looked better on, better on
So
to out me
I know killers from down south, B
Who know and understand there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit
children
have imaginary friends
I called mine daddy"
There's more syllables in haiku than times I've talked to my father
I'm a damn good father, but a better
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
Bitch I'm a south linden baby
Got the streets going crazy
Bitch im a south linden baby
Got the Streets going crazy
Bitch im ah south linden baby
Got
I understand that you got a man
But he can't do you the way I can
Baby we ball out, credit cards maxed out
I'm going down south, lick it right
(never), you just inattentive (yeah)
Stay away from suckers, I keep movin' with intentions (woo)
Boy, you better tuck her, I maneuver like a menace (yeah)
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
We got Daquan here
Come on down
Now Daquan is from South East DC
He says he's willing to sell his soul to make it in the music industry
be surprised when you find out yo buddy fake
When they ready to kill you, they'll set up a date
You'll be closin' yo eyes like you meditate
Better be
Thanks for the video games and the bling-bling
My lil' sister, a bike and trains
I'm just glad for the love and things
So, you better not shout
You
mignon with a tape-up fade
I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades
Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob made
You sleep better knowin'
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops
to tell my girl
"I love you 'cause you do it better"
(Do it better)
Ain't got no dealings with them
Niggas 'cause I know better (Baow)
Masterpiece in
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
I told that
I ain't never scared, east side
I ain't never scared, west side
I ain't never scared, south side
I ain't never scared, north side
I ain't
South side vibe, telling pokies pied
You man (humans) lie, not by my side
Super ears can fly, don’t even try
Fuck you, bad by
South side vibe,
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