Lyrics:
Aye yo, this is Arsenal Kerala, from the south west loud part of India
Showing some love for the boys in London, hip-hop style
South side, West
Something that I don't believe
Nothing less than thankful tryna
Cherish everyday I breathe
Street nigga, hood credit nigga nothing cash
Unless I'm in the hood
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here (Just one of those ones,
She said, where are you now?
Your northside? She said, turn around, can't you see that you're headed south?
He was taken by the sea, by a torrid yet
My name black thought
The definition of raw
I was born in South Philly
On a cement floor
I had nothing at all
Had to knuckle and brawl
They swore I'd
dying over nothing
All this hating gotta stop, you gotta know life is worth something
So do your dance, get in your zone
Nah they can't take you out
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
something to see coz I got something to prove
So I gotta believe it's more than something to do
And yo it's nothing to me, I'll make it something to you
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
South's got something to say
South's got something to say
South's got something to say
And so they try to blame Gucci Mane for they shortcomings
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Stars intertwine i don't wanna miss my ride
What comes next cannot be denied
From down South to the East coast
My niggas winning
I got my grind
my hands dirty with everything that I touch,
If I’m in I’m all in, I don’t half ass nothing,
Don’t put my stamp on something if I don’t believe in it,
manna think i'm dumb cos i got nothing to say
i just hold my tongue ain't on rushing today
i had a couple calls from my landlord again
suttin suttin
for my sins
Bankroll with the bricks
Abracadabra with the tricks
Nothing can stop we
We not backing down
Opps looking like clowns
Taking what is mine
the face right and tell that mutha fucka đụ má mày
Came from the mother land
Made something with my hands
From nothing to a brand
OTOW OTOW
Came from
wrong I'll stand by you
We don't belong here, we don't belong
We could just move out to the east side
Or the south side of the moon
Under the blue
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