Lyrics:
nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
Look here
Now tell me who's afraid of this young thug
Look how we came up from the
Ghetto
Well way up North I called your phone
But I didn't get no one to answer
So I opened up the window and I smoked a little bit
And I watched the cars go
walk by
New hoes & they mouth wide
Makin plays on the south side
South side south side south side
Just step outside
Might find some mo racks
Might find
the fire
Every block every corner siyashisa
We know
We got it we know
One by one
Ngithi two by two
Ubona abangani
Ubona icrew
Siyajika
Manje siyajika
really though?
I'm thinking bout love
Thinking bout love
Yeah I'm thinking bout love
Opened up Apocrypha
Singing bout drugs
Might've took em might've got
and Lion
But really though, for really though
I'm thinking bout love
Thinking bout love
Yeah I'm thinking bout love
Opened up Apocrypha
Singing bout drugs
believe in signing, I see dollar signs
Color white collar crime
Good God, the gift of freedom
Hosena Santa invoked and woke up slaves from south Hampton
pain on a mankind I
Bring it to a nigga
Wit' an attitude throwin' out my
CD like bare foot backed up against the wall
Lyrical homicide natural
The south
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
And it's just another day in Heaven South
A little country angel like you've never seen
Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans
You pick her up
I'm watching my will
Rollin' down South Hill
Chasin' my heart around my chest
I'm missin' you still
Tears by the windowsill
You're leavin for
given, Oh Just Believe
So Speak Open Doors
To The Things You Want To See
Speak Open Doors Right Now
Ephphatha!
Every Door Be Opened
Every Gate Be
damn wide that the sun fit inside
And if in time the road wind hope it's you by my side
So divine like sunshine
Opened my eyes, my Clementine
So divine
Dirty South,East Coast, West Coast,
Dirty South ya gotta Feel Me East coast ya gotta Feel Me West Coast ya gotta Feel Me
Dirty South gotta Feel
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
down south down
This is how we do it how we do it down south down
Roll it up roll out crank it up turn it out hydro no doubt
Hold it in blow it out cash
This for the three, this for the house
This for the crib, this for the South
This for the porch, this for the Sip'
This for them summers, this for
by stand up men, a rat won't be seen here (not one)
Summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicq' on beach chair
Plates only for family, makin' it hard
brown, I let my top down
Swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth
Im from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my
and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth
I'm from the South, what ya talkin bout
The haters rollin up so I got my glock cocked
I ain't no hoe,
you ever seen a sunset while your driving south
well I do, I see it all so clearly now
cause it opened my eyes up to another direction
I think I forgot
o le le le le le
Eyah eh
He has given you victory o
Eyah eh
He has opened up X4
I see open doors X2
I see breakthrough all around
I see favor all
policing the streets with gang bang bang
boogie
Gangster cops versus homeboy martyr
suicide-athon
The big drive-by South Central
South/ Central America
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
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