Lyrics:
East west man you know how we do (how we do it)
Down south my niggas bout it and we bound to take it all from you
I'm from the streets of NY
microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire
[Chorus]
to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma,
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama
(Wassup to Big Mama Mia X)
all them playas out there
California (Mr. Serv On)
East Coast (Sonya C)
Mid West, Down South
She's a party-all-nighter from South Carolina
A bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She's a ragin' Cajun, lunatic from Brunswick, juicy Georgia peach
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting down on the drum
Here we come
With the song
On the microphone
Let me show you what im all about
Let me show you
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
do that there?
Shreveport, Mississippi, how you do that there?
Alabama, Atlanta, how you do that there?
Florida, Arkansas, how you do that there?
soul
And Huntsville, Alabama has a place for rockets too
That's the same great state that gave us Hank and Emmylou
Now I'm not normally one that goes
Hurt so bad she'll change her name
Toss and turn in your big house
Head away from the south
Disappear in Alabama
Daddy's in Mississippi
Calling out
ain't slammin' doors on they drop
Y'all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not
So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs,
Y'all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not
So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop
You
Montana?
Or burnt by the sun in Santa Fe?
Oh, wherever you go you never go to stay
Oh, Avery, have you gone mad after all these miles of memories?
Avery,
just south of Heaven
Don't want to' think you can have it all
'Cause all I need is just south of Heaven
There's a little girl they call the sweet
goes
If I don't get this album sold
I'll reload, come back out with flows
Now you know how I'll go and get rich
Tick, tick, tick
I'll explode
Test me,
truck
Daddy's sweet money done jacked it up
She's a party all nighter from South Carolina
A bad mamajama from down in Alabama
She's a ragin' Cajun,
the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, let's ride
[Eve:]
Can't even explain all
south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish (never)
Money buried behind my house like a garden (what?)
All green, my bank account's like
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
south niggaz make the planet rock
MIDWEST, too much ass in one room
Rat-a-tat tat-a-tat tat-a-tat BOOM
Make dat ass hop, make dat ass hop
All da
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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