Lyrics:
I'm from the south, Southern Hospitality
Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks they
song, and I still went platinum
Fruit Loop silly, candy painted flav. cars
You are a prisoner behind these 8 bars
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
[Bun B]
Oh,
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
actors pa pa playing a part
All they talk about is they money
And ch ch chosin' cars
So put pha pha Phantoms and Bentleys'?
And how they squeeze
(Stomp) stumblin' out the bars
I'm on Broadway fightin' (Woo)
Runnin' over cars in this
Monster truck with Ryan
We be rollin' up cigars
Now I'm feelin' like
wanna change my life
Driving through life's open road
I crash my car in a stubby pole
Had the southern comfort on my breath
Plus I had tequila burning
card that's how the deal go
We in the club watching shawty drop it real low
Jump back in them fast cars and drive real slow
Them Georgia boys drop
the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When
ya video
2 Atlanta cars all stretch interior
20 million dollars n da seat iz you serious
Sum millions of front 4da kids dey furious
G4 flights club
My girls be shopping hard
These hoes be buying cars
In the club buying bars
Nipples hard is a sign of bras
All my niggas who getting cheese
Throwback
the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose
chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen
I ain't snitchin', I'm spittin' on what we do in Southern life
Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin' Ball all
complained
And all the people tried to tell you I was phony
Talking all that junk and don't even know me
Last night I was chilling at the club
Chilling
possessed with the heart of a warrior
Spawned and raised in southern killer California
I got that bubble gum, yeah I got that JD
But JD only make a nigga
possessed with the heart of a warrior
Spawned and raised in southern killer california
I got that bubble gum, yeah I got that jd
But jd only make a nigga
too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna learn
[Verse 2]
I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here till I leave yo
Colisseums
hit the club gotta freak in,
It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' tattoo,
Track move like some southern, black blues, or like the Cooper, got cruise,
record agent
I'm a friend of a friend
Night club, country club, any club
I get you in
If you fancy pretty ladies, fast cars
Then come talk to me
I'll just
the heart of a warrior
Spawned and raised in southern killer california
I got that bubble gum, yeah i got that JD
But JD only make a nigga crazy
But
with ya credit cards
Let me drive your cars all up and down the boulevard
Ain't feelin' talk playa, go and play ya part
Yeah, I like ya Southern draw,
requested
In the club like one of my jams
But no matter what, when I come in
You're right here where I am
Breakin it down like me in bed
Got a nigga
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
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