Lyrics:
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
Ima chef but I ain't on South Park
Grew up right at lakes park
Pillsburry my art
Goin hard from the start
And I'm off a addy bar
Accidentally wrecked
the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you
That
Written by: James Ray, Montay Shine
West coast, East coast, Dirty south
"SouthSide"
Written by Monqique of Smeared Lipstick Crew
(HOOK)
South Side,South Side
Throw it up!
If you bitches want the smoke roll the blunt
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
Opened up a door
I opened up a door
I opened up a door
In my life
(Music and lyrics by Prrabliss Pete Gleason; Sam Clanton on guitar, vocals
upstairs
Threw her down on the bed, and she said, "Fuck, yeah!"
I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'
Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was
in the South Lot
Why'd you bring your bag
Better watch your fuckin back bitch
Walkin up all mad
Windows foggin up the ride
Then on Narragansett Ave
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
to south alive
I looked back up at the youth
He took out a knife and was surrounded by
What could've been ten or a thousand guys either way
We're out
the pedal down, heading for Slapton Ley
Hear the engine roar, my wife's waiting by the bay
Driving down the south coast road
I'm running on overload
Racing
a marathon
Goin scary far, we in every bar, she from South America
Ay
I'ma hop on this beat and own it
Whoa
They don't know what I do for my moments
Nah
But
recognized as the true government of the state.” (Course Packet, 142) Which furthers Lincoln’s idea to radically reform the American South by force. When
Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't survive in South Central
"Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
You realize
the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you
That
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
know that one day we will all fly away
But we're not waiting for the by-and-by to show the world Your grace
Hey, You've opened up the heavens with Your
that'll make you shout
For you, and you, and all to see
The dopest rhymes, said by me
Listin' these facts for all to know
How to rock a party, keep
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
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