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Was it worth it man
Was it worth it
I asked you
You coward
You snake coward
You rat bastard
I got them, scammers
With them hammers
Closed sale Alabama

You’ll learn them all by the time we’re through! 

Montgomery, Alabama, 
Juneau, Alaska, 
Phoenix, Arizona, 
Little Rock, Arkansas 
Sacramento, California,

in the
Great city of Center Point in the state of Alabama
I came here real quick
I want to talk about the creative nature of God
Look here, whatever

Block rocker Im a super saiyen, got a bad bitch goto war about me
Im in Alabama ima in Atlanta im in New York down to south beach
White knuckle grip

road
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Passing another state line sign
I went by the stop and I counted my miles
It feels like I just got my second

percussion is stupid, I program it on a dime
You play so fast it's like you ain't got the time
Go back to the mountains and we'll all be just fine
Or Alabama

don't feel us
Swag on A plus
Dripped out draped up
Kush got me caked up
No matter where I go I'm surrounded by haters
No pencils but hallow tips that will

niggas talkin' out ya mouth
You sittin' on a quarter ounce
It still ain't sold
I been livin' by the code
Get it in and get it gone
Posted at the corner

Carolina baby where most of this starts
By the time you get to Alabama family further broke apart
Let the circle be unbroken thunder rolling but I can't cry

Ima show you the when why and the whereabouts (Uh)
What is this, what is this
A nappy headed nigga from the Alabama trench
How you let get involved, how

gotta show me"
La familia, we ain't worried 'bout no Roley
I just wanna flip and stack my paper only dog
I go by Genre, capital G
I call my gang and we

Sometimes I tie greenbows around blue faces
Alabama flows
Side piece
House slave
Making shrimp stew
And shrimp'n steak and
Bubba GUMP it
Fuck it anti hate
We

Like my home bodies a lil chubby
Had a deuce deuce
In my cubby by my
Juice juice
A and b honor roll
I wasn't slow
Just a few screws loose
In class

Dae and now they wanna see me eat her
If a nigga try to take my plate I'll let the semi eat'em
She in love wit my grammar
County boy from Alabama
Yea I

Her seat
Carried off backwards
By Police
Rosa Parks
Turning up the heat
Alabama get used to it

Fifty Five
James Dean had died
Fifty Five
Elvis starts

Kickin' rubble on them backroads
County lines and limit signs are flyin' by like they got somewhere to go
Won't you take a Michigander
At Ohio Mia-meander

screen push start the whip is full equipped
Walking on the moon smoking moon rock
Tell them haters kick rocks by a ditch
What you going to do when your

the states term Alabama tough
bomb squad

I'll whoop your ass in your mums yard 
Aint got beef with anybody less they want some
My brother where you been

Talkin' Dirty
Written by Thomas Haden, Eddie Kilgallon, Don Gatlin


Under the hood of his black Corvette
Covered in grease, oil and sweat
Lookin'

born the rebel, I was born to win the medals, I was born to hit the pedal, I was born to do it. I was born by river listen'n to a lil skynard and she

on my family I stand by my cousin
Get stabbed in the back and found out it was yo' homie that had done it
Go through that pain and ask yourself what you

just vacant
I thought I'd be happier by now
(How do I get better)
I know I've changed so much but feel the same somehow
(I've tried everything but it

I'm from Cali
Where everyone wanna be
Close to the ground like a Warrior
At attention like a sergeant
Wear hair by Margean
Door cracks we barge in

by and make him stare
His girlfriend mad but I don't even care
See I don't share no nigga
A fucking fashion killer
This pussy on the way like a door