Lyrics:
Jenny left the gun on the floor near the body
Waited till the blue lights flashed in the drive way
Put a little lipstick on 'fore the cops came in
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
were the turn of the century
You were the reason, in hindsight
I woke up
Now whenever you're around
Seein' you, but I can't
You're an Alabama
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
to my players left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
Hell naw! (hell naw) We ain't alright
Mississippi in the mornin afternoon and night
Hell naw! (hell naw) We ain't alright
Alabama in the mornin
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
And I believe that's the way we were supposed to live
I wouldn't trade one single day here in small town USA
Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my
And I believe that's the way we were supposed to live
I wouldn't trade one single day here in small town USA
Give me a Saturday night, my baby by my
funky joint
Don't you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas
New York and Cali got
how to walk
Mama taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, right
And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night,
the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
By the bulge in my pants so let's do
There were Choctaws in Alabama
Chippewas in St. Paul
Mississippi mud runs like a river in me
America
Ooh, she's like a mother to me
Oh
street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's getting doe and they know how
There were Choctaws in Alabama
Chippewas in St. Paul
Mississippi mud runs like a river in me
America
Ooh, she's like a mother to me
Oh
an hourglass
Some things fly by too fast
Yeah, some things, like a ride in paw paw's truck
Some things, like a deer-stand sun coming up
Some things you
We were driving to Birmingham,
Alabama and my buddy Keith was driving the truck
And this lady about ran us off the road in a cadillac.
She just kinda
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always
dancin' (ayy)
Fucking this bitch, gave her back 'cause she canceled
44 Bull-D on my side, that's a hammer
Barker on me, named that bitch Alabama
Throat
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