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South in Ya Mouth

Gangsta Blac

Down South Flava

Some call me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like Jigga down here, call me big Hay-Z

What
Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

hold a stint
Ain't playing with no bogus shit
Bald headed hocus pocus shit
Gone need new tricks to notice this
Can't no pretension pose in this
I'm

(Wuddup witcha)
(Say lil nigga, wuddup witcha)
Pistol packin', never lackin', bitch you know the rest
Do 'em like Shaq put 32 up in his chest
Naa

free in this world
Thought you knew by now
Trying get a fucking hand out
Like who is this clown
You trying to get this o on credit
I can not allow
I had

Never have and they never will

I don't know why they act like they do
Walking around like there's somethin to prove
Talk of the town when they up in

the planet as
Long as it’s revolving
The world is in my hands
I’m palming it like a Spaulding
We take you out first
Then slaughter your goons
I’m a dangerous

COUNTRILLE

Mai Lan

Mai Lan

2012

That was walking by his side and  moving her hips 
We look at him, freakin'him, what's that trick? 
Who do you pretend to be? Johnny in the Cry baby

Stomp

Drew's Famous

Drew's Famous Kids Sports Party Music [2006]

2006

the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head

Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter

I'm gang related
Reinstated by the pecker wood
Situated in my neighborhood
Still an active gang member understood
Now you can find me
After, a bitch

Yes yes yes yes I'm here
And ready to go
Did you know that? Lets do it
I've been so (hah)
Caught in or caught up in flossin
(What you been caught up

I'm in the streets
I'm still learning, incomplete in my dome
Repeatedly honed by two women I
Greet at my home when I'm reading my poems
That's me in my

be, 
Too much pimpin’ in me
P I M P C, don’t let a trick up his sleeve, 
Can’t have you diggin’ for me 
Cuz Chad he wouldn’t lett her, me either I know

Ride around town in an I8 I'm going to perform 

要得嘛 ok
Alright, ok

你和你兄弟们苟且
You and your homies are careless

跟你说话浪费口水
Talking to you is a waste

need it they gone throw it to me
Put me in the game I'm goin in I'm scorin hella buckets (Let's get it)
Ok West see now you got me on my gangsta shit

mas, chrome hearts now its covered in ice, ive been trynna get it by my lonely, cause nobody really wanna know me, fuck a plane bitch im rolling i aint

I’m leaving, clowns! Changing cities, changing towns
See, I speak three languages! Don’t like my accent? Shut your mouth!
I remember in my childhood

in OKC I got that thunder
This the type of shit I used to dream about when I was younger
Got to make it out, I'm makin' proud the ones that restin'

Respected and protected
By the flare of the gun
We surround an opp
He too scared to run
I'm here for fun since
I'm already caked up
Chill niggas who

on the prize dawg I seek the throne
I’m in my Element niggas ain’t telling me shit
I came to fuck the game up and watch it scream and moan
This shit written in

of tricks copper
That's why I call her Penny
She hopped up in the Bentley
And offered me some Benji's
I'm simply
Getting money simply like a pimp be
Sipping

get her out of my mind 
 I think about the girl all the time 
 East side to the west side 
 Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise 
 She got tricks in

Going so hard cause of pressure
Cleansing my body, the shit that I hear really stressful
Put in my time for the better
I’m doing fine ain’t no need to go

Can't Hide from Shadow

Mr. Shadow

Can't Hide From Shadow

2000

steps
Where ever you may be
I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali
Where homies run up in bunches
Beat you crutches in the back of an alley
Call me Daddy
When

of Valium inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
Roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by