Lyrics:
in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always
I just heard the sad song by another band sung by another man he gave me the once over twice I said when he said okay so long he hung me with
pussy, Alabama (huh, huh)
Baby Glock bitch, it's like a fuckin' bed bug (bang, bang)
I been runnin' shit, bitch, you see my leg numb (bang, bang)
Yo'
afternoon
And night
Hell no, Hell no, we ain't alright!
Alabama in the mornin, afternoon, and night
Hell no, Hell no, we ain't alright!
USA in the mornin,
Americana, blue jeans and marijuana
Type of friends that show their love by picking on ya
On the phone or on the lawn or on the corner
Springsteen
Talladega's made for racing
Tearing that Alabama pavement up
Whiskey's made for getting there quick
When the cold beer ain't enough
We wish
I can see what's coming for me
By the way that it's bending the pines
Brother, me and these eighteen wheels
Are gonna hammer on down the line
This ain't nothing, I ain't stunting till I hit the button
Rich's at when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
Top
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver
That was 'til the ball got flat by a dope needle
I've been feelin' down in Atlanta
Immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction
Than to be here where I am
Oh, you Georgia red clay
And green
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
the church choir
Used to ride in a Mercedes
Dropped the fast life
Got a four by, hit a one-eighty
Old friends ask what happened
She asks the band for
There's a train a-comin' and I need a ride
Somewhere to run and somewhere to hide
I'd love to stay here by your side
But honey, I'm hard to hold
Pre>c am
Many's the hour I've lain by my window
See am
And thought of the people who carried the burden
See am
Who marched in the strange fields in
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
talkin' shit when I leave the town, nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now?
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo
to play now?
Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now
Play by my rules boo and you gon' stay high
May I answer your Third Question like A.I
Say hi,
There were Choctaws in Alabama
Chippewas in St. Paul
Mississippi mud runs like a river in me
America
Ooh, she's like a mother to me
Oh
Ask yourself why we just get by
While we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind
Up against the machine the "Bush Killer" remain
In between
Hell naw! (hell naw) We ain't alright
Mississippi in the mornin afternoon and night
Hell naw! (hell naw) We ain't alright
Alabama in the mornin
just as big as ever
He says he's from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Standing by a riverside
A river so deep and so wide
Current's too strong for only one man
I know because I tried
I got eight oars -
four
and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me coming, nigga, run
[Chorus: x2]
"See I had to lick em" "Punk
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