Lyrics:
'n' roll band.
Sometimes I want to be a picture director,
And try to make the world understand.
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
Won't you come and go with me
Down that Mississippi
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to New Orleans
Now
the cost of living
I feel like a trillion bucks
Got beef with a million fuck niggas I don't give a fuck
On south beach where my house is
Any where
the money in the mattress
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress
Bitch jumped off the porch (yeah), you niggas with
for sure
Sure, they don't want to beef with my physique or my .44
Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the feet
By the seat, the time
motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
and butter beans
Mardi Gras down in New Orleans
That's what I like 'bout the South
Down where the trees grow tall
Where everybody says y'all
Walk on in with
And don't be worried 'bout who I'm fucking 'cause you can't hit it
Yeah, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
If I'm with your daddy, then you
live on the streets of Houston town
Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
And we headed down south with just spit and a song
But they
I love the East, I love the West
And North and South they're both the best
But I only want to go there as a guest
'Cause I love being here with
of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in
your mouth
You gotta get down, get down south
Yeah I'm gonna shoot the bow and chew the fat
Catch up with the boys about this and that
Till
of the guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry that guy someday
If you want
I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin'
And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
shit...Uh
here come the south shit dirty dirty fly shit
this is for them rednecks and brothers with gold teeth
and them south boys on the streets with much
10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm bout the bands, I do that
like I came from Iraq (On God)
You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am)
Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah)
are gathering by the thousands
Along with seven million people without a hope
I guess I have to face the fact as real
I think I feel my back up
about the rain
They were talking on the 9 and all across the Amy band
Across the road they were turning around and headed south with me
It got so crowded
of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in
They were talking on the 9 and all across the amy band
Across the road they were turning around and headed south with me
It got so crowded on the road
She took me by the arm
I knew that very instant
She meant to do me harm
Depart from me this moment
I told her with my voice
Said she, but I don't
laws and I forgot about the rain
They were talking on the 9 and all across the amy band
Across the road they were turning around and headed south
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we 'bout
Boy i'm from the home of the
Chrome
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