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at me , When I ride by 
Smoke my weed , Light that fire 
Like Afroman , Like colt 45
Repping Alabama , Screaming ROLL TIDE !
She don't really like me ,

It's just me and you
Yo momma and yo cousin
Used to heat the house up
By opening the oven
Everybody think that the money just been flooding
Cause

Met my baby down in Alabama
She had these daisy duke an her body was slammin'
I said oh little mama where you from
Cause I think this cowboy could be

Rollin' down the Mississippi, spreading fire and disease
Blood stained banner flying, in Louisiana breeze

Moonshine from Alabama, whiskey from

another now I'm moving slow Full me up I'm by the door Tried to run you know that I'm on go I told that bitch to bring her friend you know I set her

Alabama pride
Keeps you home and safe inside
But there ain't no way to keep you tied

You'll chop wood or you'll shell peas
In the blistering sun or a cool

(Sez on the beat boy)
(Ain't got no fucking time to ship when you can just get a girlfriend)
(No shipping in this household I rather be dead by

you like are you who? Who are you? Like two by two?
Fuck around and find out
Everybody finds out
Who is real where's your homie, but I don't know about

boy my closet worth bought a key of coke
Ion even pour a deuce when I'm by myself it's a three of more
Ion never see myself going broke cuz I done

aint worried about you
Im just getting to the money
Duffle bag full of blues Im just getting to the money
I aint playing by no rules
Im just getting

One, two, three

A lonely man embarks on a journey,
As his ship sets sail for the shores of attainment
Only keeps the company he loves real close,
By

surrounded by the darkness
Lying on the ground steady grabbing where my heart is
But I had to bounce back
Looking at the sky only thing I seen was black
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Roll Wit Us

Tha Dogg Pound

2002

2001

hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
Lettin niggaz know that this the see-SIIDE! (yeah)

{*with singer

I got a half a tank of gas and a fist full pf overdrive
Boss man probably wonderin' if I'm still alive
High line poles swayin' as I'm flyin' by

Now You're Talkin'

Kevin Fowler

Bring It On

2007

and a piece of cheese
The waiter came by said, 'You tried the Clams Casino
I said, 'Who me' No'

She leaned over and whispered somethin'
I'd been dyin'

Better Days

Uncle Kracker

Double Wide

2000

85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout
The way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns
I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper
Take anything

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

on the curb with my nigga
Want revenge for my homie, now you buried by the nigga
I ain't sparing no drama, just pull up with the gang
Make it bang bang, put

hit the Lotto
Slum to the dirt, boy, livin' by the motto
Catfish Billy trappin' out the Amoco
Rebel, I'm a rebel like David Allan Coe
Chicken in

Back Up

Tydolla$ign

Back Up

up
Got her back up but my bitch act up
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta
Got a lightskin in Alabama
All these broads from New York
Dolla know jus' what

Last Time I Checked

Plies

Drank Epidemic, Vol. 11

2008

don't live there they live in Hollywood
Last Time I checked Alabama was hood
Last time i checked Mississippi was hood
Last time i checked North Philly

We're the United States of America
We're 50 strong and proud
Heres the names of all our states
And their capitals sang loud
 
My name is Alabama

parted ways in the Alabama rain
I became a man possessed with easing the pain

There’s a song that plays on the summer wind it blows through the tallest