Lyrics:
I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowin' nothin' 'bout livin'
In
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
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
Always bring them checks in
40 diamonds on my necklace
Look like Prom when the light hit
Bitch I've never been a bitch
I dougie when I dance
Cause my wrist
just
Like you high school I was
Fourteen had blunts from alabama
Believe it I had such a bangin war all
About santa fightin with the essays on
Every
on the roof.
An' if you see a woman in a moo-moo,
Readin' Tarot cards an' palms down by the road.
That's how you know; that's how you know,
You're in my
in Alabama at the trailer park
Bangin' my head on the wall
Before I could buy my little girl a doll
Before Eminem ever gave me a call
I had that
I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step.
Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want
Like the Bible belt down in Alabama yeah your praise is up but your knowledge is gone
When the Most High come and drop the hammer I can guarantee you
grammar
Got fam in the Chi yeah yeah all the way to Alabama
Miss me with the bullshit
You aint got no street credit
Its in my blood its embedded
I level up
Rollin' out to Vegas
On an eastbound outta L.A.
I met a roughneck man who hailed from Alabama
His eyes had a lot to say
And his name was
I'm in a world where I'm surrounded by my enemies (Damn)
Niggas hate but love my style I call em frienemies
Heard you claim to be my bro, you ain't
at funerals
My sound freak you out like rough sex in the studio
I blow the back out the track when I black out
Got the spot maxed out, people in the front
Mama's as good a wife and Mama as she can be
And your Sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me
Your Brother was the first-born, got
I met a woman in West Virginia
She said her name was Alabama
She from a little town outside Savannah
Where everybody talk that country grammar
to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but
a rubber band bank
Where my hood niggas at? in the sky, in the sky
26's on that chevy thang when it pass by
I know some
Niggas from Cali that'll leave yo
Well in the heat of day down in mobile, Alabama
I'm workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
I gotta get some money buy some brand new
popped down in Hartford?
Or Botswana? Is it different if it were Osaka?
Are we not shocked by the sorrow in our backyard?
Fine it might just be that which
the Folgers
Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
Ridin' by the lake, double X's on my license plate
(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in
broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic
Swung by
up, let me know who you are
Mystery, two eleven sent you mystery
Don't mention me, if them pigs in your facility
Five star, general, felonies,
a lil' harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate I'mma serve ya order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughta
Game over by the end
(talking)
Houston, Texas, the third largest city in the U.S.A.
We really off the hook, we off the chain man
[Lil' Keke]
No doubt, off the rip, ain't
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