Lyrics:
I was riding number nine
Heading South from Caraloine
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
I got in trouble, had to roam
I left my gal an' left
I was riding number nine
Heading South from Caraloine
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
I got in trouble, had to roam
I left my gal an' left
I love everything you do
Anything you want I get for you
No other girl can't come close to you
You're number one in my heart is true
Girl is yuh
shitty living in Atlanta, GA
At 3************arkway?
You fuckin' fool, Imma take you to school
Don't put your telephone number on the order form too
Imma
it s***** living in Atlanta, GA
At 3************arkway?
You f***** fool, Imma take you to school
Don't put your telephone number on the order form too
South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin'
South Central L.A., bleedin' in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?)
Wakin' up the next day in breathin' machines
Flashin' back to being shot and repeatin'
service
For the good ones left
And they are slimming in number by the
Minute as the lynch pins bend
Some people find purpose in loss
Some people put their
can't I talk to you now?
(The number of forgotten years
Where my honor isn't deepest
Grows the deepest feeling and it
Grieved for safety
I was ridin' number nine
Headin' south from Caroline
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Got in trouble had to roam
Left my girl and left my home
I keep them racks up to my ear
Man fuck what jay be talking bout
You can tell he from the south
By the golds up in his mouth
You can tell he bout
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
fucking with him,
That number wasn’t deleted
On the side she’s still sending me pics in a bikini
Let me not even get started on that sun dress season
It’s
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth
Cowards
DMV be where the realest be
We ain't never need the industry
37 that is South East
Got 37 niggas in the streets
Star power
Heard they selling with
Unappreciated, I appreciate
All the time I put in, but I still be late
I will admit it, yeah, it's my fault
I got up off my high horse, the safety's in
Flee to safety I'm killem hasty always busy
They tryna be killing Trizi pop a Ritty if I'm out of addy then I'm snorting Vicky
Got the blicky in the whip
Verse
Southside Eastside Westside
we
keepin' it G
We
need
to live by the code of street
We
in the club twenty
deep
yo
Everybody on the streets know
This
really
That is where we're headed we ain't ever gonna stop
Yea
I do the job, every second, any minute, by the hour yeah I found ma sweet spot
Work in 9-5
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
dealers in them two door double r's
Roof missing she can see the stars
Imma jedi coming with the bars
In south beach chilling with the stars
Custom plates
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
number eleven was closing
They complained in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down
number eleven was closing
They complained in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down
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