Lyrics:
big man
When it all goes wrong you hide behind a thoughtless plan
And run to South France like Parish, catching a tan
Talk about south, the south is
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain't bothered by you're triple D's, not at all
Let me hold 'em up for ya
Mode, nigga, while I'm refreshin your memory
c'mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody rise
N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South
the South Side finna reck
Lend me your ear cause the South Side finna reck
Pop in the grey cassette, turn turn up the deck (Swang)
Pop in the grey
middle finger
I just don't know where it goes
Maybe I should send it down south
To join my twinkly toes
Or maybe I should just accept who I am
And stop
Yeah
I figured I'd figure myself out
Ain't nobody gonna make ya take a route
Therefore blame yourself if it all goes south
I'll be north of a million
everynight
he brought sweet harmony into our lives
You could tell when he'd sing about Mama
By the tears in his eyes
His voice would sound all lonely & down
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
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,
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,
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
your state is that place holla hell yeah
We talking rocky roads country western and r&b soul
We talking all that Jazz hip hop that make you go
From south
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Bud light, moonshine, stuck in the middle
Nights on the town or drinks by the creek
Stacking shelves all night or stacking bales
Ain't no sunrise
you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck
you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck
into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck and run
rise
Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Oregon, South Dakota, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody rise
All my five boroughs,
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah
[Chorus]
I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
anything to do with the
Problems. everything goes wrong, the nature or whatever. just came out of
That feeling actually. and that's what the song's all
The liquor go down and my ego goes up, all the way to the ceilin, do not disrupt
Hit the cha cha slide, the dougie and the quan, 6'2 but im basically lebron
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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