Lyrics:
and say yeea he a PLAYA,
You can tell by the way he dress, no salad ( yahhh!
Last week, I was back in Mississippi.
Srt8 chillin wit my cousin and my uncle
Good Italian iron they said she'd never go down.
So there's ol' Jack standin' on the bottom,
Got everything he owns wrapped on up in that diaper
up
Nasty
She wanna eat it out the plastic
I like my bitches classic
Lay her down no romantic
She got that wap, i just want her top, i'm talking bout
Mississippi, every street in California
Know the devil is alive, this the time to be anointed
Trackin' down a stream, that's connected to a dream
Head
the struggle, you know what I'm saying?
It's all good baby baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in
The nigga that I didn't know said he had some on the weed
And stoppin' by the crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've smelled shit in the game as soon
Gucci on your body we Gucci
Put it in the bag don’t let it go
You just the baddest I seen in a minute
Hop in the Ghost and I don’t do no rented
You
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
ass screens
Bright ass cars and long ass tees
Wild ass broads in tight ass jeans
That was summer for me
Counting Mississippi, Mississippi
Down
knees bent, up
Down up down up down
Butt close to the ground but
Never touching it we
Clapped loudly for this a woman
Behind me who has no
Idea how
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I wanna go?
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I wanna go?
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Jazzy we got a bond like we was in Vietnam,
trust it
Everybody need a potna, to stand right by they side
Not only down through the good times,
but also
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But all the towns and people seem
To fade into
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,
a leaf
I'm from Mississippi, if we trippin, niggas body shit and throw you in a creek
Water getting deep
Remember I was locked up in the county, 23 and 1,
just me and some friends (What up)
Pour me up a shot, we gon' be lit by 10
(Litty) bitches wanna kick it
I don't wanna be friends (No)
Talkin' out her ra
old road it knows the truth
I hear Mississippi calling
Tennessee is on the loose
Ain't no use
Trying to play
Like I'm satisfied
Living somewhere
In
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no
Really swing and shake your pretty thing
Yeah, the party's out of sight
Sunday morning in Harlem
Everybody's all dressed up
Oh now, heathen folks
Getting
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