Lyrics:
Mob
y'all know what it is
[Ludacris]
See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos
A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
I'm
Baby
This just the
Fly nigga rhetoric
Im high and im heaven sent
I'm riding with the elements
Live niggas represent
Southern slang southern game that
for a second I forget it all
Make my way across the next state line
I'm in a southern state of mind
I'm in a southern state of mind
Wonderin' if anyone
just a southern girl
Living in these city streets
Raised out the south side
I know that life gets deep
I'm just a southern girl
Put that on my hood
You
the Southern States
I read a brand new paper
Walking down my own street
Man with a thousand guns
Has taken to his feet
He felt it wasn't safe
Even in
one down
On Dickson street late at night
We drink our beers and then we dance under the street lights
A natural state of revelry
Like a late night
Southern California
Home of low-ridin'
Gang-bangin' and shit
California
I was raised in the streets of California
(Southern California, home
and flower power
Rock and Rollers and bikers, hot rodders, too
Don't know what the heck I'm gonna do
Might have to sell my place and move outa state
I wish
on some street
And they think they know what kind of man they want
Until they meet
Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw,
"lights off shit coming at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"
You know southern california be home of the highest
Between
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
"Talking Birmingham Jam."
Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land,
I thought that I would stop awhile,
Take a vacation, Southern style.
"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
This boy's dreadful tragedy I can
Southern state digging I aint stopping for no trooper
Put them cats on your heels lace em up like it was puma
Big ole 40 clear a room we ain't
to shit
No certain time that I wake
I gotta lean when I want
Because I make the world shake
So southern when I spit they
Say I flood confederate states
But
Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me
Kid Kreation
Me And The Artists Who Performed The Hardest Collaberations
Born And Raised In The Golden State
Servin' Up Some Dinner
For Southern
money regimen
Wit' my gettin' money machine, nah what I mean?
New York times
Come listen to these New York rhymes
A southern nigga with a New York mind
cause I lack all emotions, I'm heartless
That's why I can't figure for the life of me
You'd want to start this
My crew is bottomless
Street Lobotomists
in the golden state
And you know it just don't stop
(2Pac: As we slide a sunny glock till clock)
It's just another sunny day and we looking to parlay
The tailgate down on a jacked up truck
A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state
A tombstone with my daddy's name
Now, the six string dream on a crazy
Deep in a Southern state
Beneath some shady trees
We had to lose our hats
And hang out in the breeze
I never sleep much
I don't have time to rest my
These niggas ain't feelin us
It's the best kept secret, baby
Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
the Lone Star state holds all of your dreams
But honey Texas, ain't got me
Yeah everything is bigger where they define Southern Pride
I'll even admit it
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