Lyrics:
in the south
Already know what we bout
Steadily holding it down down
Said I, I
I got it now
Beats and the flow I got it now
Cheese rolling in by
Yo, my homie Cash, well he gone for five
Send my prayers, do your thing
I'll be going for mine
'Cause, we live life to the fullest
300 and 65 nights
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
(you see it)
I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it)
I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it)
I represent for my nigga named
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
by you bitches like pelicans
Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan
Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
flights to Cali
Looking for a wife to spouse I pipe her proudly
She understands my life gets rowdy
I'm the same say
Prane day I'm icy outey
Yo, now I
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
DIRTY MONEY
Laundering money like the president
Soldier's everywhere
So do not face me
We have the best
Around the world, from China
Mexico, New York,
{Let's do it}
Okay, Jazze
We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch
I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south
Well you know,
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
[ VERSE 1: Starang Wondah ]
Hey yo, I remember Paula, a female baller
We hit down south, I would call her
She was lonely, strippin, had a job
baby?)
Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
Many bricks could move, (you
Manny with President
Showerman or south soldiers
Don't fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but numbers
'Cause the seventeen-year-olds roll
niggas', rep yo ghetto
Midwest niggas', rep yo' ghetto
Down south niggas', rep yo' ghetto
To my east coast niggas', rep yo' ghetto
West coast niggas',
West coast niggas - rep yo ghetto
Midwest niggas - rep yo ghetto
Down south niggas - rep yo ghetto
To my east coast niggas - rep yo ghetto
West coast
niggas', rep yo ghetto
Midwest niggas', rep yo' ghetto
Down south niggas', rep yo' ghetto
To my east coast niggas', rep yo' ghetto
West coast niggas',
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
rowdy
Winnebago County
Kush smoke shroud me
Real niggas rallied around me
And by irony you found me
Showing them how to walk on water but deep down they
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
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