Lyrics:
dealing wit a cold nigga
I fi'ed up the dope to cool her down go figure
And now im smoking'
West side shit wit my south side bitch
West side shit wit my
But you better believe they keep 'em on repeat
Gonna run this town when they hear this down home sound
When it all goes south
Me and the boys got
(All the niggas in the streets)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
(Hands on ya heat)
For my niggas down south, now get with me
For my niggas
shit) and it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
These down South boys ain't playin
raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)
Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by
If I let you go down south
Will you give me one night to remember, yeah
I'm sure I can make you proud
But don't tell me you'll forget by December
Seeche all d dawgs outside
Gun dem load bad gyal by meh side
We fuck up d place
Wen we down ah south side
Down ah south side
We real
Yo Seeche all d dawgs
and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is savior to all
He's Lord of heaven and earth
Rise up women of the truth
Stand and sing to broken hearts
the home of them "coons"
So when you disrespect the South you talkin bout me too
I was influenced by the Chuck Ds, Brother Js and Scarface
Southern
Had to take the trip down south with it
Skeletons come alive
Skeletons come alive
Had to take the trip down south with it
Down south
But you're dead
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
There's a honky-tonk just south of Georgia
A little salvation just a' waitin' for ya'
I heard it said a long time ago
If your lookin' for your
tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will
tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will
and Junny-Mae sit arm in arm
By a big ole fire and honeymoon
A little bit south of Saskatoon
lied as a whispered mañana
'Cause our tomorrow never came
South of the border, I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by the candle light,
lied as a whispered mañana
'Cause our tomorrow never came
South of the border, I jumped back one day
There in a veil of white, by the candle light,
creep where you sleep
Go to mass and you get shot
By a little freak
Yo talk is cheap
Guns for funds
Ya can’t stop whats inside my lungs
In Aztlan we be
Sacred jewels found in heaven
Carved off the cornerstone bread without the leaven
North to the south east to the west
Blessed is the seven cause
Ladies and gentlemen I go by the name Forelines
And I really like international girls, I mean girls all around the world
From the east to the west
recognized as the true government of the state.” (Course Packet, 142) Which furthers Lincoln’s idea to radically reform the American South by force. When
peaches in a basket by the pearly gates
When my race is run
Hear that angel sound
May the good Lord show me mercy
Send me back down south
Send me back
I met a lil bitch on the low end
Shawty always love to go in
I met a lil bitch on the south side
Said it ain't too safe to go outside
I met a lil
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