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There's a job in honky tonk on the county line
I go to lose my sanity
Ain't no trouble at all, there's a sign on the wall
No guns, no profanity
room
 Smellin' like liquor and a lover's perfume
 Standing by the gravesite, mama was a wreck
 Till the State-Farm man, handed her a fat check
our son's first cry
Oh, this ain't nothin' new
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you'

He didn't stop all day to eat a bite
And he finally got there around
I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch I
[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them
gi-I-I-I-irl

(Yo Lloyd lets put it on 'em)
I know you ain't use to a country boy like me,
But what you said would not replace, shawty you will see.
There's no
can't stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher

Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here a million there
Sicilian
couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you
your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack
[B. Stille]
Man, I'm gettin tired of runnin and duckin, quit runnin then
Especially when I ain't did nothin, do somethin then
Out here in these cold
your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack
ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game 
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers 
This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz 
It's about
nothin' lasts forever 

But until they close the curtain 

It's him & I Aquemini 

[Big Boi] 

Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said 

Get
away quickity-quick 
On the plane to South Central 
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho 
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood 
Up to no good,
can't stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher

Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here a million there
Sicilian
L.A. the six-four is ill
When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille

When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through
With the all black Ninja with
hard to find me, just know I'll be poppin' off
Slow motion, GT rollin', your bitch she knowin'
She'll tell you we poppin' off
Ain't nothin' when X shit
drop 'em
You drop 'em cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher
Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here, a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair,
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
of crime?
Havin a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine"
As I pearls to get cash, the swine
Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around
As black bones get
hit one, two, three ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions
ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game 
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers 
This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz 
It's about
to sink my fuckin' battleship 
Turnin' on his flashers  callin' up the dogs 
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs 
Snatchin' out my seats,