Lyrics:
drive by
Here is something you can't understand...how I can burn Killa Man
step up if you wanna get some of this here
I got the blunt got a cooler full
and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind
Boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen
Boy
pimpin sluts
Down south we wearin Princess cuts
[Redd]
Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
[Lil'
sluts
down south we wearin Princess cuts
(Redd)
down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
(Lil' Flip)
will talk
As soon as bitches give em the draws or they get caught by the law
Man what’s it gone take?
For niggas in the north start feeling me
Take
For
everyone gets down c'mon . . .
Chorus
In the south we can take you all around and everywhere you go we got these funky sounds in the south
Eshe
puffin' green when I drive by
Here is something you can't understand. How I can burn kill a man
Step up if you wanna get some of this here
I got
pack a rubber
But why am I even here
If i can't get lucky
It's bad enough
Every Friday I be at the club
Pass my budget
Just to see lil mama back it up
Can't get enough loving you
Can't get enough can't get enough of you
Can't get enough loving you
Meanwhile back on the ranch
You got boys lined up by
trust nothin'
Can't even trust my Crip, because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
the ball to Def Jam
Cause they might fumble
Kick that south flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT,
***** was sent to get yo' *** from?
So numb, we ain't surprised by the gunplay
Learn the trap from granny, selling beer on Sundays
Take me out the south
an amputee, ain't nobody hand me shit
I ain't worried once they get passed the candy paint
And see us clearly, we work from can till can't
Three educations,
Cole World, South side
Can't get enough, can't get enough
East side, West side, worldwide, ride out
Now I ain't got no kids yet,
But this right
Auckland (Where you get jacked up) south (South south)
Auckland (Or get smacked up)
my toko the dirty dirty
Auckland (Where you get jacked up)
South (South
on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase
I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by
and they watch you strive
Or you get lost in a roam and get fed with lies
Let me take you on a trip so you can picture my life
Through this south central
the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go
You niggas'll never
sour in the tower i got the power
One plug, you know pull up on us by the hour
I can't get enough of the work
I know a nigga need it first
I told my
(Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold
And It’s nights out
From the east to the south and I’m back now
And she and she can’t get enough now
And you know and you know me I’m gonna ride
on our way
And we going down, yeah we going south
Going South, we can't stop now
We're in too deep, and we can't get out yeah
Going South, can't stop now
the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get
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