Lyrics:
motherfuckers smoke trees
Detroit Carolina niggas toke heat
Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P. Dorchester smoke trees
gotta die like this
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town with a brick in my hand
Forrest, Melrose, McKinley,
at night
South Carolina, what a delight!
Dakotas and Kansas piggy and pork
Jump on a train, head back to New York
It's part of the act the fifty states
Pack
that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her
a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her until she turned
a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her until she turned
Southwest, Hiram-Clarke and that South Park
These be the streets, of Houston Texas
And if a nigga disrespect, then we snapping niggaz necks
[Chorus]
a marry-go-round
Drop it down like the south country girls do it best
I think them country boys call it the Carolina squat
Toot it up, shake it, drop
Now tic-toc
Oklahoma
Man them boys down South, down to run up on ya
South Carolina, down in ATL
See them ballas turning corners, on them sprewells
What's up
a bangers
Poetry clean, stainless
Villain bars, crimes heinous
She grippin' soft steel
I peel and leave her mindless
Skies baby blue like South Carolina's
Oklahoma
Man them boys down South, down to run up on ya
South Carolina, down in ATL
See them ballas turning corners, on them sprewells
What's up
Southwest, Hiram-Clarke and that South Park
These be the streets, of Houston Texas
And if a nigga disrespect, then we snapping niggaz necks
[Chorus]
time was in South Carolina
It's always been the third encore
Whose wind came roaring in
Can you tell me who were you singing for
Oh my God, can you
to
Another time was in South Carolina
It's always been the third encore
Whose wind came roaring in
Can you tell me who were you singing for
Oh my God, can
Meet me in the boy's bathroom
(Come on)
Meet me in the boy's bathroom
(Come on rra)
Big bird gotta new flock that wanna fly south
Soarin' to the next
there too
You see my homie hit me up when I was in Indiana
You gotta come south and check out Savannah
Frisbee in the park, hip-hop night at the Jinx
You
the Carolina Greensboro I be ready
When I'm in the Trey-four, I'm in Rupert Park
On Tenth Street a nigga got the heart
Now DP where I be Douglas Park and Ray
the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van
you say?
We hit 411 south in my Chevrolet
Hop in the back, it ain't no crime
If I get to know all of your tan lines
Yeah, you and me, backseat
call South Park
Houston and make you bitches lay it down
It's the nation wide suicide
ain't no stopping us from Baton Rouge to Schrieveport
Put your
busting up my live
Imma show em row rock slow, i know how to rock low
wrist watch, big ross south beach yacht boat
double R white rose got dat bitch lip
was snowing on my first day there
It was like a breath of fresh air
My first time seeing snow in South Carolina
Take me back
To the days
When things
Columbia, South Carolina
Not exactly what you'd call home
But in a pinch, it'll do as you inch toward
Striking out on your own
And you, Ashlyn
Finally
the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van
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