Lyrics:
of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's
This government has done
But they can do better
They can do better
We love this government
I'm fortunate man
I've been abroad man
But South Africa it's
Comments will only get'chu
Basically eternally resting
So abide by the code of the streets
If ya got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cuz Lil' Fate gonna
Afro-fuji on the weekend
You become all what you see
A black kid in London city
Raised by an African queen
Shout out to her and the community
South east
things
Money dey ooze for ma body stinking things
Fine girl by my side
She's seeing things
She's feeling things
She's singing things ye
Omo no ragging
for a threezy
To all em bitches and hoes that leave your life unexposed
You better peap this out south bitches as pros
If you don't know how it goes
dap
Fuck what they talkin'
South Park pull out the illest slaps
From MLK to Homestead we
Gon' leave some bloodshed h Town Texas
Nothin' but players
Brother
Brother
Brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South
down lies.
Makes no difference where she's been
I'm go in south and doin' them things again
Bake in a hot tub, down the line
I'd rather see you
up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
See, blaze me above the game with no limit
Niggas nowadays can
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
man Bun B, what?
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you
Form the south to the bottom
It's the brand new trick
(M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park)
And if you never been down south before
We bout
the Lord had planned for me
I wouldn't trade my life for nothin'
I'll even take my strife's and strugglin's
Got blessings by the bushels and the dozens
I
Ay, ay
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
laid my foundation 'til I built my house
And it was mixtape after mixtapes
And then the next thing you know, I was runnin' the South
Streets
bling-bling-bling, boy
It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?
Now if you warring and runnin'
bling-bling-bling, boy
It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?
Now if you warring and runnin'
works unless you pull shit
I'm from a place where
Niggaz still think things will be better
So they pray to God
Anyone available
Hoping that he help them
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
Heard you been hanging with some dude from the south
If imma see it on my feed you better tell me yourself
You don't like it but im turning it out
keeping it one hunnn
Started a fire now you better run
Mobbing so deep like a prodigy thunn
Hecho en Aztlan hecho en South Africa
Hecho en Aztlan hecho en
Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom
The girls are lookin better
The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever
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