Lyrics:
to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma,
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh (M Cam-J, you got another one)
Ha, ha, hey, hey
Leave Mississippi, go to Florida, Alabama, Georgia
to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)
It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm
know the code
Swag different you can tell by the clothes
Jag different you can tell by the nose
Solar system on the roof of the Rolls
Fine china custom
Going back to Alabama
Now that I've learned the thing too
Life with me ain't been so easy
But I've got some living yet to do.
'Cause a man who walks
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
From old Montana down to Alabama I've been before and I'll travel again
You trifling women can't keep a good man down
You dealt the cards but you
rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line"
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton, short bed Ford
My uncle
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
(Hey, how 'bout ya, Alabama? Roll on!)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll
drop the bomb on it
New Jersey, Brit's, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop
Drop the bomb on it
Ring the alarm, somebody dropping
By, whoa,
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
rides"
Just a little lake 'cross the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton, short bed Ford
My uncle
I was sprinting through the
Woods down in Alabama
Only me and the crickets' violins
My footsteps slammin' violent, like hammers
I'd been runnin'
Zuudwolde misschien he'j 't al heurd
As mecanicien blunk hij nogal uut
Hij warkte overal waor hij hen stuurd weud
Ok in Alabama in de U S
Dat von 'e 't
a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring
Em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and
Get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take
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