Lyrics:
Come like you man don't know where i'm from!
It goes down in the south, It goes down in the south, It goes down in the south
Get to sticking, hold
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
of the night we're doing it all again
I don't wanna leave you lonely we go back to the same old story
I'm feeling low when your by my side
But we do it every
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
momma's house up in the heart of Illinois for sure
Or I could keep heading south to my daddy's house deep down in Flor'da
I decided that south onto Florida
becomes such a splinter
I tried it your way
But I got nothing to show
It's been the same, same
And the story's getting old
So, I guess the driveway
Is
They say I do the same old shit
Same old flow same old rhymes
Same old songs same old grind
When are you gonna change it huh?
When wont you be
Whooooaaaa!
Wicked by the low
Whoa-whoa-whoa
(Same old story everyday)
(Ba-da-bong-bong-bong)
(The rich are getting rich in everyway)
(We'll, we'll)
(The same
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
Oh the fools
Who adore you
We're never the same once we cried in the rain over you
Same old story
And if wishing's a crime then I guess they were
South Park
Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind
South Park
South Park
Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind
South Park
South Park
Said I'm 'bout to lose my
migrant girl who could not write her name
It's a common old story but it's mine just the same
All through the story the immigrants came
The Gael
Hey, ho, we know how this story goes
Hey, ho, the plot it thickens and grows
Hey, ho, there's nothing left to hide
Hey, ho, down here on the south
Hey, ho, we know how this story goes
Hey, ho, the plot it thickens and grows
Hey, ho, there's nothing left to hide
Hey, ho, down here on the south
I put it on my past
And where I come from
South West FL, You already know
Where I wanna go, right back home
Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap
the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get
the line
It's the same old story
But it says here "Mum you're not to worry"
'Cos some you lose and some you lose
At this party, he was on his own
Say that I'll come but then I cancel
Brand new day, same old story
Never alone but always lonely
Used to be close but now we're strangers
Never been
at twenty-one traded a life of passion for cheating and hard drugs
It's the same old shit, but a different man's story
You can't reclaim that long-gone glory
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
that story is old
But what they grow on Tobacco Road
cint enough to keep me here at home
The Everglades, Caribbean queens
South cmerican energy
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
Yeah, it might be out by the picket line
Come on, meet us out where the trouble's at
I was born that same night trouble was born
I'm from the same
old story but it's mine just the same
All through the story the immigrants came
The Gael and the Pict, the Angle and Dane
From Pakistan, England
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