Lyrics:
really though?
I'm thinking bout love
Thinking bout love
Yeah I'm thinking bout love
Opened up Apocrypha
Singing bout drugs
Might've took em might've got
and Lion
But really though, for really though
I'm thinking bout love
Thinking bout love
Yeah I'm thinking bout love
Opened up Apocrypha
Singing bout drugs
believe in signing, I see dollar signs
Color white collar crime
Good God, the gift of freedom
Hosena Santa invoked and woke up slaves from south Hampton
pain on a mankind I
Bring it to a nigga
Wit' an attitude throwin' out my
CD like bare foot backed up against the wall
Lyrical homicide natural
The south
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
And it's just another day in Heaven South
A little country angel like you've never seen
Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans
You pick her up
I'm watching my will
Rollin' down South Hill
Chasin' my heart around my chest
I'm missin' you still
Tears by the windowsill
You're leavin for
Dirty South,East Coast, West Coast,
Dirty South ya gotta Feel Me East coast ya gotta Feel Me West Coast ya gotta Feel Me
Dirty South gotta Feel
damn wide that the sun fit inside
And if in time the road wind hope it's you by my side
So divine like sunshine
Opened my eyes, my Clementine
So divine
given, Oh Just Believe
So Speak Open Doors
To The Things You Want To See
Speak Open Doors Right Now
Ephphatha!
Every Door Be Opened
Every Gate Be
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
down south down
This is how we do it how we do it down south down
Roll it up roll out crank it up turn it out hydro no doubt
Hold it in blow it out cash
This for the three, this for the house
This for the crib, this for the South
This for the porch, this for the Sip'
This for them summers, this for
by stand up men, a rat won't be seen here (not one)
Summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicq' on beach chair
Plates only for family, makin' it hard
brown, I let my top down
Swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth
Im from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my
and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth
I'm from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my glock cocked
I ain't no hoe,
you ever seen a sunset while your driving south
well I do, I see it all so clearly now
cause it opened my eyes up to another direction
I think I forgot
o le le le le le
Eyah eh
He has given you victory o
Eyah eh
He has opened up X4
I see open doors X2
I see breakthrough all around
I see favor all
policing the streets with gang bang bang
boogie
Gangster cops versus homeboy martyr
suicide-athon
The big drive-by South Central
South/ Central America
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
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
by a cloud
Ya komaya, do you like north or south better
One of the men asked
He could smell the inside of the man’s gut each time the man opened his
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
East side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
West side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
South side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
North side gon'
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