Lyrics:
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
I'm a down south Florida boy, ain't goin' back to Hollywood
From the gutter to your guts, let me ignite the firewood
Eric Idle
VILLAGER #2 : Michael Palin
SIR BEDEMIR : Terry Jones
WITCH : ???
VILLAGER #3 : John Cleese
NARRATOR: Michael Palin
SIR LAUNCELOT : John
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
1998 Lexus, Dick slangers
Nuts Hangers, from South American
Dom Perignon me a peasant, move on
Can you top a
Nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Geronimos Cadilac
They put Geronimo in jail down South
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in a mouth
Sergeant, Sergeant
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's Ball to ballers
while I fly high, you're ground level, lying in poop
Verse 3
My brother bought every new Cadillac invented / In fact, he bought one for my son and put
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
a man a gun, (? ? ) papaya
I was home down south, that's what he get, street connections
Sam bit it, I'm not it, the kid was runnin his mouth
Order in
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
Fuck the opps, yea what’s new
Freeze they said, temperature’s through the roof, look at me zoom
Suspect headin’ south on route 42, talk about
Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth
(out yo' mouth) 3X cause I was raised in
The motherfuckin' south (in the south)
Keep my name out your
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks
And pretty white cadillacs; and they was fly from the south
So check it out..
[ced
motherfucker
With my nigga Six2
Young Cadillac Seville the Mack
Me? Just call me DOC
The Mack Seville tell 'em
What the bidness is, my nigga
Imagine a young man
the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd
Triple 6, Triple, Triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple 6, Triple, Triple 6, smoked out
Now I'm high,
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
& Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Snap
Yeah, they say I sound like Eminem
Mixed with 3
written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lap dance
That skirt is workin', and by
Bankhead and krispy kremes
Cadillac's on 23's
Iced-grill that'll make you freeze
Damn, you know what I mean
Verse III
Let me kick this one more time
Look
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