Lyrics:
There's a pine tree stand down in Alabama
Just waitin' on winter
Some boys in the blind out in South Louisiana
Just waitin' on dinner
There's
baby, dope-a-rama maybe
Fortysix Cincinatti, sweet little kitty katty
An Alabama mama shake-a-rama
Groovy movie blues
Dollars comin' baby, dollars going
tooken
By my muthafuckin fist, i'm gon punch you just like this
POP POP POP, till you drop like a muthafuckin bitch
Youz a muthafuckin pussy ho, you smell
Flexin, on 'em 28
Call me Soulja Boy, bitch i've been gettin K
I got that Scarface mansion by saltiest lake
I'm drop top in my lambo cause I'm
to the ground
Tell me what to do
I feel lonely, although she is by my side
This girl from Alabama
Ababababebabababbeba...better...
Nothing get better
No, nothing
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
go crazy again and again-
You're full of anger and hate caused by the mainstream crowd
So you go to the show to relax and hang out
You don't want
lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got
lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got
And I'll sit here by the wayside
And let the angels take me home
And I hope that you don't feel the same
Alleluia, it is her name
Sunday morning will never
a rhyme
I get uptight when I am around people
Who can't feel the vibe and the scene ain't equal
I ask myself why when they pass me by
They act like
the foreign when I turn by
(I ain't got no license)
We on lockdown, still at Saks, yeah
The curbside (Still a fly nigga)
All the best niggas on my team, yeah
Belle, Anna
Brightseat Road, by the Shell, Lanham
He smoke your man, he on his Twitter banner
Real sticks, got from Alabama
The chopper rock with
w niej się zaszyć
Dreptać na Jasną Górę lub przerzucić się na haszysz (super)
W Miami mój szofer woził by mnie mercem
Tu mam wielki bus
Szofer ZTM na
This Life Ain't For Everybody
Last night we played til 3 am in some Alabama honky tonk
Paying my dues by moaning these blues and making this guitar
On the combine
Hand me down overalls and an a.m. radio
Tried to get it right the first time and take it slow
Alabama singing, "In A Hurry" and "I Don't Know
hell, celebratin our senior year
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers
We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
But they
Everybody wants to feel those arms around them
To be rocked like a cradle by their mama, their lover, or the Lord
And hearts live on no matter how
this bad since Conway had him a perm
And you'd think by now them sorry sons a? bitches have learned
A bunch of soft-rock wanna be, hell they can't even
Trippin' flippin' this is how we stick it to ya
It's all good in th'hood
This is our life
Mc shermos, alabama three ooh
I'm so sick
by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty committed the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew
UNCLE HICKORY?S GENERAL STORE
RAGTOP PLYMOUTH, ALABAMA PLATES
FRIDAY NIGHT, NO ONE?S GOT A DATE
SPINNIN? ON THE CURVES AND TEMPTIN? FATE
the fuckin' south
I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style
Fuck a bitch and call her a hoe and kick her out the door
Bitches like it when a nigga talk nasty to 'em
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