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again,
Heard the thunder rollin' in.
We were fallin' the moment when
It all came pourin' down.

The Georgia Rain on the Jasper County clay
Couldn't
Birth, mud,
Sand and dirt, red magenta, Georgia clay, placenta,
Red & black-venom lack, red as snakes-I'm crawlin, down
Your back, red as a clown, Circus
I've been feelin' down in Atlanta
Immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction
Than to be here where I am
Oh, you Georgia red clay
And green
I've been feelin' down in Atlanta
Immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction
Than to be here where I am
Oh, you Georgia red clay
And green
the video screen
Watching old re-runs
Of Mohammed Ali.

The voice of Houston callin'
Brought them back to the scene
Except the sky is fallin'
Do you
I could have gone to Cambridge with Lionel
I think I tried to raise a pound
Just to see the University
And find the scenes she hung around
Is
proof to wash it down and that's all she Wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay and
Let it all be catered by the Ol' Country Buffet
Pass the whiskey
shake it, shake it)
It's out of sight
It's all right!
So let me get you a cold Red Stripe!

[Chorus]

I didn?t mean
To cause a scene
Make anyone
one to call
Like when yo ass didn't get no respect if you were in New York
I'm the nigga to call when in trouble, Lil red clay warrior
Got any nigga
strings hittin' the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A gla** of 'ze make a man Ca**ius Clay

Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
A scene of time flashes across the mind of the ancient one, 
Defender and chosen soul above all by SHE. 
One of the isochronal encounters
Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power
Cowards talked very seldom acted
Bitches with nothing
To do but hate on staks shit
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
the scene and cold dean naw lean (naw lean)
Stay clean mug alwayz mean (mug mean)
Still ride with the red bean team (bean team)
Still post it up still same
I'm catchin' wreck 
Chillin' by the projects, money got the high-techs 
Goin' till the break o'dawn, never see bed 
Get red when I said, got gats
at the scene live, on Channel Seven
Newsflash story, this just in, around eleven
Yellow tape scenery, barricaded the block
Patrol cars and EMS, all invaded
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks
on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
My rhymes, two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
This eightball's a strict nine
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said