Lyrics:
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
trynna run away from me, caught them by the docks
Azyn might be evil, or just a bit unorthodox
Went to Alabama, made that bitch shake
Got this nigga Kevin
on Friday night
On a small town night in Alabama
We've got everything to make it right
In the back woods
With our beer cans
We throw in the fire on our land
Lugz.
Ya know I had to get it mane.
Making plays Alabama out to Philly mane. (Aye)
Said you know I had to get it mane.
Get this paper if you and you
Gettin dirty-dirty down in south Alabama[00:17.14]Got my Chevy truck sitting up high[00:20.16]Z71, yea we do this just for fun[00:22.98]Got a sticker
teeth
Without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama
Chrome."
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia
Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound
There was a time when I'd do anything for ya
But this time
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
taking shots at you
"Cause you're an animal, oh
Here we go, Alabama's own buddy
Chroming eh? And I'm in the zone now
Everybody, bringing 'em home baby
a blonde hair
Five seven, Alabama piece of heaven
On a Thursday night
Wasn't planning on a no sleep sunrise
Kissing by the riverside
Looking into your
on the bass
From Alabama by way of
Los Angeles, Californa: Larry Larsson, yeah
Wanna apologize to Larry
I'm sorry you missed the Bulls
Socks, that's life yeah
Across the Georgia line for a ticket for the lotto
Probably never see his name in the headlines
But if I had a plane, I'd put it in the sky
Alabama
She's
and Daddy
Used to go through yeah I surely do
In the sweet by and by I'm
Gonna look him in the eye
And I'm gonna shake the hand of the
Man who used to moan
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
Sing about sweet home
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
the homemade shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
Well Jimmy made his last mistake when he raised that hand
Now
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
We sing about sweet home
my hand and four by fours kicking' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower
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