Lyrics:
Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star
Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
Where I talk a lotta shit with
Yeah car park
Car park car park
Car park car park
Car park car park
Car park car park
Car park car park
Car park car park
Car park car park
Yeah we
Fenway Park & Boylston Street
Subway cars & Denny's eats
Chinatown & bowling lanes
Duck boat rides & long parades
Larry Bird & Celtic green
Faneuil Hall
This is a certified hood classic
Bands, bands i don't park my car, bands
I don't park my car, bands
I don't park my car, bands
I don't park my car
southern sky
Sittin back behind that moon
It goes perfect with your eyes
Girl tonight looks good on you
There's something bout the way you're smilin'
Making
From Summer's Caught Ho'in
The Winter Cars Come Out, The Summer Cars Go In
And Some Places Is Breezy, And Some It Start Snow-Ing
And If You Planning
of southern kings
Where you're a superstar no matter who you are
Your dreams can take you very far
In Atlanta
Fresh V-necks, white Forces, 'A' fitted
Fast cars
a Spartan
JD, the biggest thing in the A, since Martin
The Barack of College Park, I mean what more can I say
I switch my chains with my cars, switch my
I fell in love with you under the Southern Skies
The hot humid air like sweet potato pie
The willow boughs dancing with the fireflies
Beneath
been riding 'round with my people (uh, dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (uh, uh, dirty south)
She ain't ever caught them southern
the next to blow
You should see my gangster grill, look like the shit from blow
Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?
You ever cook the whole
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone,
teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone,
chasin Southern Comfort
Grew up starting drinking
Now I'm chasin Southern Comfort
Used to see cars holla bingo
I was chasin Southern Comfort
Shawty
existance
Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it
give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so
This for all my country folk
Slamming them Caddy doors
Sitting out on the porch
Fresh from head to toe
This for all my Southern kin
Be proud
dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
the yard
I saw the car we'd drive the kids to the park
I saw our lives flash before my eyes
Right before we shared our first and last goodbye
Don't know what
Ahhh, yeah(country blood, country blood, blood,
Southern blood, southern blood, southern blood)
I was born with this here,
ain't nobody gon' take
the southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far,
Tatted up, I'm gassed up, I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild
Loud and rowdy
I'm a son of the dirty south
This that southern playalistic Willie
wavin' at the strangers
And the cars passin' by.
Some people may look at me
And say that boy just ain't right.
Hey y'all I ain't crazy,
I'm in a southern
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