Lyrics:
southern
It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin
The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my
reckless or dumb
Bartender, put it on my tab, I dare y’all to have this much fun
Ain’t got no woman, and it’s no wonder why
Can’t get no lovin’ if you don’t
fuckin' better
The ninety eight up in the weather got these bitches wetter
I'm glad the sun ain't only mine
None the homies doing time
Been a minute i ain't
back to Mac Dre
To Snoop Dogg's and Pimp C
Rest in peace to Mac Mill and Nipsey
I don't wanna cry no more
Tired of what I've been seein' on my TV screen
scared
So for the price if you go it
Like that to be the boss you gladly pay it
An arm and a leg I'd be lying if I say I ain't
Need no help, can't do
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
need to clown
None of the homies got pop
None of the spots got batteram
And I'll be damned, it's crackin' like a Summer Jam
Barbecues, no more
give a fuk bout that respect
Use to hang with the rockers by the Rec
That guy staring all hard like he don’t bleed red
Only die once ain’t no coming
No justice, no peace
And if there ain't gon' be no justice, there ain't gon' be no peace
Young people are enraged, and there's an easy way to stop
youngsters, they forget where they came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors for the rest
up go and
Blaze that hit
One time
That we livin the moment cuz we only got one chance one life
So no time
For hate we stay outta sight
If you wanna try
muthafuckin' place
Big Freeze got the nine in your muthafuckin' face
And just to let you know I ain't no muthafuckin' ho
Hot feeling full of lead and leave your
fightin
Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' that's
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
and you hear your name.
If you a fake bitch, ain't no thing
I'll pick up the phone and call Janine.
If I call Marie, I know for a fact
I'm gettin sucked in
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
With the baseheads on the late night hype
Tryin' to creep in the house
Through the cut for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies
But
still smiling and joking as if we’re mates
Giving me a wink, suggesting we have fun
I guess you can’t shame somebody who has none
Pitiful, there’s no
you or a Snoop ain't hard to do away
Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray niggas
And it's Slob killa
You can't come kickin' in my hood muthafucka
one too
These niggas in the city catch you when you passing through
And I'll be damned if I don't do what I have to do
I met Shipes at South By, he
big song
He know that turn these people in to big frogs
Steady jumpin
The money runnin
Can't tell me nothin
I feel like snoop dogg
I rolled a joint took
chopper
I'm the southerns finest, rewind this
And see if your shit can call me your highness
You can't find this no where else but the south
I love ducking
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,
when we lockin eyes
So bring your girls and I’ll bring my guys
Cause ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none tonight
So will you be mine
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