Lyrics:
Had to take the trip down south with it
Skeletons come alive
Skeletons come alive
Had to take the trip down south with it
Down south
But you're dead
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
These southern players
Cadillacs and dirty rims
I’m from the south
These southern players
Cadillacs and dirty rims
I might get gold slugs in my mouth
Go
ain't slammin' doors on they drop
Y'all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not
So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs
we do the braids
South do the fades
Them Nawf-side boys thugs, South playa made
Geah - the hustle's paid cause they
Get the blow for the low
We by
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
smoke some weed, be my fan,
[Chorus]
Jumped up G'd Up,
Lit the fuckin weed up,
Push Down the Gas pedal,
cadillac speed up x4
[Verse 3]
Hungry hustler
the grill
Might just pour from 10 to 3
I ain't gotta work today
Called out this sun's amaze
So I'm hitting up the bae
All I gotta say
Aye show me yo locay
'bout them Cajun boys?
Whatcha know 'bout them Bayou boys, 3rd Ward ballin' boys?
One time for them motherfuckin' Southern boys
Y'all niggas can't
grenade (repeat 3X)
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
[B-Real]
Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face
All your
on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin
Yeah baby!Snoop Dogg you done did it again
You shitted on these niggas and bitches
Oh!Doggys Angels westcoast females
Three plus three five plus
the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
See-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg
South side, know what I'm talkin bout?
Yeah, Yeah
We gon' blow this bitch up
[Hook - David Banner]
Man we still comin down, and we still grippin
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
gonna get these pussy niggaz
'cause nobody gonna fuck wit me ??? Zone 3 ???
And in the mean time I'm gonna handle mine these pussy niggaz ain't gonna fuck
on album number three, and I still got like seven more
A dog, a fly, a car, a bitch who wanna see it all
And I be tryna push the pain away like white girls
It’s the down south depression
The living anxiety
The never ever good enough
The wishes he could be enough
The too nervous to try
Too pussy to die
And hey, now we look back like
Don't you remember
When you couldn't afford that boy
Hey, sunroof top
Chillin' on the scene
With a down south female
As I passed by
A real fine hotel
A chick walked out
She sure looked swell
I gave her the eye
And started to carry on
When a Cadillac cruised
in the dirty south
Woah, please somebody tell me where the party at?
I'm tired of holding back, I wanna shine in my Cadillac
I'm here representing
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
nothing to rob me a liquor store
Syrup, I'm drinking it by the four
The devil be all up in my soul, bitch
South Park said I'm 'bout to lose my mind
South
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