Lyrics:
the Don of the South
A beautiful day, to pull the toys out
Living lovely, why would you want to hate me
It's the Boss of the North, the Don of the South
混音室: Silent Sound Studios
母带：Chris Gehringer
OP：北京未禾文化传播有限公司
王子异：
发动机声音 real loud next staion
good trip 太美妙 go step by step
north side to south location
Too long that more than hr passed by that I'm getting this feeling
That's nothing going on on repeat
No déjà vus
Think it's the end of the road
the one and only one
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a beautiful guy
John's in The little car, go to sleep in my little car
Cash hella cheap for my little car, and We make a lot of cash in the little car, She
Got money, she
Detroit?
Heard that man, yo, welcome to the South dawg.
Them, yo, man them fronts, ain't hittin' on nothin tho dawg
You gotta get some diamonds in ya
the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
Turn your hands towards your ass an' say bye bye
From the South side, South side, puff ya ya ya
Nothin' but
the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
Turn your hands towards your ass an' say bye bye
From the South side, South side, puff ya ya ya
Nothin' but
sleeve
I know love isn't cheap
But someday imma
Buy my time
Like it ain't nothing to lose
I brought this lovin for you
All you gotta do is
Meet me
side
Beautiful ladies and the sunny skies
cll you niggaz need to get right
West coast
Y'all ain't heard it sound like this in a minute
The setting is
He has been composing again, late at night
Not this cheap Vaudeville trash, something glorious
For, for me?
Continue to work hard
Make yourself
South, south, south side! All day, nigga
Time to take it too far now
Uh, Michael Douglas out the car now
Uh, got the kids-and-the-wife life
Uh, but can't
(2AM)
I got stamina
Caught a flight out the blue to South Africa
Like me, things might go south, if you try me bruh
See what happens, really, I'm
It was in October of 1985, down in Sorrento. cll the tourists had gone by then. We asked our friends if they had something that could float, so we
with my head up in the clouds
I hold it down for the body though I hail from the south south
Gold candle, Gold candle
My people hotter than July,
at 4, the cops at my door
Police trying to id little American me
But I was on the plane by 3, flee American greed
To the south with my folks where they
south dreamin
Now a nigga money fiendin
Drop a bag on the gas pac
Since then i ain look bac
Came a long long way dawg
Turn around naw f**k that
Had to hit
than a four-speed hatch back with a straight pipe cat-back
Going to a car meet, Reddle Road South Street
Terminator style! I'll be back in a minute
The whores enemy incarnate, we’re frothing at the mouth
The day we paired that’s when it went south
Sludge from gaping maws dripping venomous saliva
is green
Niggas be claiming they bosses
But they sweet like Boston Baked Beans
Don't rendezvous with lames man
Surround me by them real G's
Party in
to our happier times
And the cheap whisky burns the bad taste from my mouth
The taste that you left me with here in the south
Machines in my yard broke
that it rains
Storm incoming, you'll see me preaching
In my hand is her veins
I'll be dumping her remains by the drains
You know Ryu the Dragon Tamer
Cheap-ass nigga, what the fuck you tryna spend I ain't hoppin' in that car ' if it ain't faster than a fin
How the fuck you got a Glock and you
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus any king
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it's beautiful
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