Lyrics:
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade
slap a bum
All their heads, I go blur
Tear it up, break it down
I said, good, grin, grass around
Parrot up, Parrot up, Parrot down, Break it
Pass that
yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
I fell down you knew I would
I fell down you knew I would
I can't change I probably should
I can't change I probably should
You been up to no good
Only perfection was my momma
My mind a long erection
Now it's time you bow down and
Erect a monu-ment in my honor
Cause bitch I'm bonker, plural
In
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a goin' dry
The interest is up and the stock market's down
And you
By the looks of everyone it's been a long two weeks
Coming up on the business end of a good luck streak
Gave em hell in New York City headed down
be acting like hoes
I cant call you my bro
Cause i dont like how you roll
Im in HollyWood California feeling good
No pneumonia with my niggas Itching
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
of the rails is all they feel
[Chorus]
Night time on the City of New Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'
thought it was
Runnin from ya hood
Ain't no fuckin wit us
We don't need no shots poppin off at us
Caught up in a drive by costin us
We don't really know you
boxer in your face is where I'm headed
Blaow, you gotta whole lot of nerve dissin the.. South
We ridin all the way to Jersey
We gon' keep up, but you
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his
Feeling good we feeling fine
Coming back one more time just to murder the rhymes
And bitch I'm feeling like a goat
Yeah I'm back in my prime
Ain't
that's what they like
Oh you like that huh that's what they like
Lookin' good, smellin' good, n****s respect Lil B in every hood
I hold it down for
so live
Won't come down
We up there
Up there
Up there
Up there
Hold that
Right there
Big shine
No glare
I been
Bout mine
Where yours
Don't care
On my
Shout out to big Krit I’m tryn come down Mississippi
Tryna get my record played by the meanest DJ Millie
It’s just raps that I’m saying I’m just tryna be
and in my backpack
I heard somebody lookin for me
Well bitch I ain't scared to clap back
I was all good, never backtracked
Up until I got crossed like
again
‘Cause all I can think of
Are chapters and scenes of
All of the places we've been
Raised up in a small town
In the country down south
So I've been
upntin' it" (uhh-huh, my strap)
Let me slide by (gang) and this a drive-by (gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's
to you like
Boom
Ah yeah
Girl I'll give you that boomin here,
There, and everywhere
In Mississippi, no I (can't stop boomin)
Louisiana (won't stop boomin)
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