Lyrics:
numbers in Atlanta so
Fuzz came to smash these niggas squeeze the hammer folk
Warrant in Muskogee but I'm clean in Alabama so
Just name yo thang cocaine
can’t compete
Sky blue posted on concrete
Lookin’ heavenly
Yay’s on my face
We been rockin’ since da 12th grade
Made by the elephant print of roll tide
carriages
Horses on me I got forces on me
Not talking 1s but the ones that be evil
I made some plays right by the Boll Weevil
Enterprise Alabama be my people
Carolina baby where most of this starts
By the time you get to Alabama family further broke apart
Let the circle be unbroken thunder rolling but I can't cry
percussion is stupid, I program it on a dime
You play so fast it's like you ain't got the time
Go back to the mountains and we'll all be just fine
Or Alabama
Was it worth it man
Was it worth it
I asked you
You coward
You snake coward
You rat bastard
I got them, scammers
With them hammers
Closed sale Alabama
niggas talkin' out ya mouth
You sittin' on a quarter ounce
It still ain't sold
I been livin' by the code
Get it in and get it gone
Posted at the corner
Ima show you the when why and the whereabouts (Uh)
What is this, what is this
A nappy headed nigga from the Alabama trench
How you let get involved, how
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
there
She never mentioned alabama so I don't understand
Postmarked Birmingham
A two page letter written on ramada stationary
Dated April twenty two
don't live there they live in Hollywood
Last Time I checked Alabama was hood
Last time i checked Mississippi was hood
Last time i checked North Philly
ya see the charm bitch
Sweet home Alabama, Yeah, I love her
I still try to hug her even though she ain't my color
Yeah, I'm fucking wit that home
lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got
dreaming
I had proper goals
Propaganda like some Tropicana
Scheduled sessions
Somewhere out in Alabama
Went from baking soda
To real arm and hammer
Shit be
már legalább tizenhúsz...
When I was set on foot,
így szólt fat mama,
menj, my son, but not far
from Alabama. (Yeah!)
I'm goin' home,
demons in they place
Tell my bae we'll be okay
I still miss that crib in Broward, Haitian food right by the lake
On my momma I got power, got some rules I
Just got off another flight
Right now in Alabama
And I'm here for like a couple nights
Lotta rain thunderstorms yeah but what's the moves
30 thousand
they had a little one on the way
What happened when the baby was born?
It had a lot of fur
And horns like Satan
Mommy and daddy didn't take to kindly
By
mind in Ben tre
Vietcong in the trees/enemies be a mirage
American puppets affected by chemical spray
Man this life all bananas okay
It’s a mystery how
the family
Only mob ties is Alabama
Prayin' while I clean my gun it'on never jam up
Big bank take lil bank get your bands up
Don't try and come back around
Culberson county by the Alabama line
There's a bullet with my name if I don't make it in time
Spent the last fifteen in and out of the game
I've been
ever live with regrets
All the girls fucked up walking by with manners
Man they so good it's the scam that scams ya
Sorority living like she in Delta
as a truck driver and he drove from state to state
He likes to stop by the liquor store on his way, way back home bobby jones
He stole a truck and drove it
start the fire) and I feel fine
(No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it)
Team by team, reporters
Baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
(Joseph
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