Lyrics:
at the time, or
Yeah, um, I forgot, but fuck it)
B-Bitch, I'm turnin' up in foreigns, caught a juug in Alabama
Kayla tellin' me she pregnant for some nigga
put me in it
I know the truth you not innocent
She got excited by my Louboutins
Hop in my Lambo fuck her
We don't speak again
She didn't know I was
boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Young buck, I will plow ya gramma
Where she at? Out in Alabama
Colorado
boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Young buck, I will plow ya gramma
Where she at? Out in Alabama
Colorado
Or else you get those extremists back in!
You see, Alabama is a sovereign state,
With sovereign dogs and sovereign hate.
They stand for the Bible, for
for my niggaz up in Texas, New York, Florida
Killa Cali, Indiana, Illinois, Georgia
Tennessee, Mississippi, Baltimo', D.C.
Louisiana, Alabama, Kentucky
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
the muthaphucka bawling, his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try
the church choir
Used to ride in a Mercedes
Dropped the fast life
Got a four by, hit a one-eighty
Old friends ask what happened
She asks the band for
Standing by a riverside
A river so deep and so wide
Current's too strong for only one man
I know because I tried
I got eight oars -
four
I've been feelin' down in Atlanta
Immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction
Than to be here where I am
Oh, you Georgia red clay
And green
you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennesee or Arkansas
New York & Cali got the same
Amount of race
fire like a Salamander (Fire)
Charmander make the track hammer (Slam)
Loubitons, yea watch em glamour just
Kicking Flava in Alabama..
92’... Baby
and glamor
Cookin' up grams with Arm & Hammer
Supplyin' scramblers in Alabama
Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces
Town
KC motown to Alabama
LA, New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
'Ouisiana, all my niggas
Wit 'Country Grammar'
Smokin' blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty
a thousand shades of white
And a thousand shades of black
But the same rule always applies
Smile pretty, and watch your back
I'm in the middle of Alabama
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
I just heard the sad song by another band sung by another man he gave me the once over twice I said when he said okay so long he hung me with
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
But back home in Alabama
They tried to tar an’ feather me
Some say it’s changin’
But the things remain the same
I’m a man, not your boy
Call me by my
drinne
Ich hoffe du hast recht
Ich hoffe die respektiern es
Ich hoffe die kaufen das Album und kapiern es
Hoffentlich muss ich nich zurück in die Gosse
matter
From Philly to Alabama, I smash, bash, matter
Pump shot, riot gear, yeah, I take what I'm after
Cause in the end, it's no friends, just faces of my
There's a train a-comin' and I need a ride
Somewhere to run and somewhere to hide
I'd love to stay here by your side
But honey, I'm hard to hold
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