Lyrics:
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
at the time, or
Yeah, um, I forgot, but fuck it)
B-Bitch, I'm turnin' up in foreigns, caught a juug in Alabama
Kayla tellin' me she pregnant for some nigga
a cracker and a piece of cheese
The waiter came by, said, You tried the Clams Casino?
I said, "Who me? No".
She leaned over and whispered something I'd
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
the manner of Coltrane's "Alabama"
Niggaz wanna blaze a hammer
"Real girls get down on the flo'" like David Banner when I handle my shit
I go banana clips
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I fucked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm
I met a woman in West Virginia
She said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everybody talk that country grammar
like a drop top
Whoop wop, mama cita you looking too hot
You shop, as by wild on fire
I ain't gone lie, I wanna play with that tie
'Cause I'm
and another one in my boot
I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased
And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed
I
get
So you betta stay from round my shit
Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list
[Chorus:]
Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get
from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone
Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
By the time you drop them I'll be
I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step.
Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want
the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin' in the sticks clickin' off that ana
Roll that Thai like Alabama
Bitch, I'm MC wit' that Hammer
Steady duckin'
He says he's from alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searchin' for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it
march in Alabama Was just at Columbus, Ohio teaching little kids South ? southwest are teaching sampling Now gynecologists will do a lot of interviews
Rollin' out to Vegas
On an eastbound outta L.A.
I met a roughneck man who hailed from Alabama
His eyes had a lot to say
And his name was
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
game Mufasa
Bitch come at me proper
My lil' bitch a Betty Crocker
Whippin' up them pies
Keep my chickens by the fryer
If you get caught, I ain't gettin'
the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood?
Overstand, ho ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
By the lack of class, sat in the back of class
I met a woman in West Virginia
She said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everybody talk that country grammar
we drink too much on Friday nights
Raise our hand in the neon lights
Sweet Home Alabama and a Ring of Fire
I could sing along 'til the day I die
rentre vite
Dans la tête, une balle, un genou sur la gorge (tchew, tchew)
Retour en Alabama, négro qu'on égorge (tchew, tchew)
Justice pour Adama, c'est
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