Lyrics:
vacation, then I take you on a trip
I got a place that I can take you to
South Beach, Cancun, ooh
Won't you come up out them Jimmy Choos? Ooh
I got
Jimmy is married and he lives down south
His wife lives somewhere colder
He sees another woman in a badlands town
And she cries upon his
Fuckin yo bitch in the South Lot
I slide it in with a slot shot
She grab on my piece it go dot dot dot
Big bois back and we never stop
Fuckin yo
on patrol
I be looking for a man who going by Jimmy Lo
Man he popped right up the back
And said yo I think you should
I didn't do shit
I didn't hit Hash
But
Yeah
Come fuck wit us
Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout
[Chorus]
Dear God, left, right
Life will pass by
Breathe in, exhale
I scream, you yell
New South! (New South!)
New South! (New South!)
Ew, a ew,
soda pop and snack?
We'll follow Jack, and stop at Jimmy's Chicken Shack right when we get back.
Let's go! You know we got to follow that bird!
It's
the country
919 made, I done came from da South
My bruddas got problems, we hashin' em out
I don't text her back then I know she gon' pout
The cushions they
thought is was a typo
The check singing (ooh wee)
We getting gross with this shit
Cant stand too close to me shit
Yeah Jimmy do the most
Mo freedom
mo life
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
loaves of bread"
Now lookie here
There's too many brothers that go by that
Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from
Set your mind
Right
to Jimmys as soon as we land
Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, you see what we in
Balenci you see what we in
Hop in the foreign again, hop in
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
bin!
Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in
bin!
Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in
west
Press, my south one still gon tek
It gets long if I beat this wap and it drips like tap
Know the kickback mentss
We lit for the night
Would've
to think I'd always kill this to hustle something to eat
South Africa used to be a twangy'd, (y'know dat's me)
Suddenly you're interested 'cos we're blowing
We crossed that border every Friday night
We sat beneath that ol Dos Equis neon light
That stucco wall has stories we'll never tell
Jimmy spent
There's a lot of niggas fitting in a tight space
It's Jimmy Conway not Jimmy Fallon
I seen man peak young like Lily Allen
We had to do it then act like
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
jump, he pitch
He tumble master in the ditch
The pony, being rather shy
When bitten by the blue tail fly
Oh, Jimmy crack corn and I don't care
Oh, Jimmy
thatt about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet
Slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with his gun game
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