Lyrics:
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
they know redd one of the best
Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
[Lil' Flip]
In down south I put diamonds all in your face
And I'm sellin fifty
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,
South Africa
Everybody uses black and white
To try to draw the line
Between wrong and right
But if you use your eyes to really see
You know we don't
and get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones like D are E and the firm
'cause I'm buzzing
South Side, South Side
South Side, South Side
Your man wants to get rid of ya 'cause now you're the number
One neighborhood pharmaceutical
face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
heat
put it up now for the dirty south
southern fried now all up in your mouth
it's that hip hop shit with the southern twist
and you pick em up
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
(beitch)
Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that south shit
Close your mouth bitch, dogghouse bitch
Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich
Well,
This aint happen over night
All my life a nigga had to fight
Yeah Yeah
Now im catching flights
Couple nights in Dubai something slight
Something
who has to give it up
Know it in your heart, that it?s wrong
They've had enough
You gotta free all the people in South Africa
Make life worth living in
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
da south
And I'm throwing it hard
From da south
Right up under your guard
From da south
An uppercut with all I got
(Watch them drop!)
Put up you
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
them times I compromised my bottom lines
And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughter's minds
Then I'm like dollar signs
But I may fight for gay
passengers
Innocent by standers get hit with flashes no cameras
You could be in Cape Town and get your bag snatched
By Muslims with AK47s like it's Baghdad
is going South (Going South)
Baby what you talking bout (Talking bout)
Why you always run your mouth (Run your mouth)
Arguing and getting loud (Getting
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
And bangers with Jheri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
Bone, hey nigga where you at though?"
"Hello, my name is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles"
How to survive in
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
robbed you
Taking care of mines, keepin' my homeys tight
Sharing what was mines, 'cause I ain't no jealous type
But still I get hype, and fight back
run their mouth
And I rather stay up north 'cause it's hot down south
I ain't popping out, what you talking bout
I was in a drought, God helped me out
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