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Polk Salad Annie

BB Band

That Soul Sound of the Sixties

1999

If some of ya'll never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this 
So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down

Thugs

Magic

Thuggin'

1999

chopper
I'm the southerns finest, rewind this
And see if your shit can call me your highness
You can't find this no where else but the south
I love ducking

Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)

Kenny Smith

Don't Give Up

1991

the north and south and east 
Woo mercy, mercy me
 
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no, no
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon
Our seas fish full

Tire Shop

Gangsta Blac

Can It Be

1996

a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks
Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the Hypnotize
Claimin' motherfuckaz plenty bustas I know wish

Pie

The Rock

World Wrestling Federation: The Music, Vol. 5

2001

story, about pie

Drivin down south, though quickly aroused
When my car caught a flat, and then this old farm house
I hope somebody's home, takin

with lethal
Take the city while sleeper, Damn you don't wanna meet the reaper
Damned by the heat of my people, My own kind quick to spit up on ya dreams

And the state of my mind could decline, 'cause I'm proud
(Press "F" to doubt) I'll shut my mouth
Getting the feeling this rhyme's going south
But forget that

w chuj
Niech walą w chuja Johny Cage ale już nigdy nie ze mną
Mam dobry dzień i dobry plan by pozamykać mordy wam
I wykładać chuj na ten cały polski

Jeśli jesteś stąd, masz rodzinę i dom, masz broń,
By zarobić musisz być twardym czarnuchem,
Życie jest okrutne, ludzie jak on, nie mają wyboru,
Lecz

Racked up in my city I feel like the mayor
Cuz I could tell them boys chill or I could tell um slay ya
Drink plug in the south we met him in Decatur

And I’m just quoting
Real niggas don’t fall in love we stand up in it
Aye
You can draft the all I got mine

Somewhere in the south with me and Mo

The slick haired girls with a pretty skirts say let’s see who’s hands are shaking
And the broad chest boys from South Detroit said who’s money are we

From the east to the west
North to the south
Africa is rising
Africa is shining
But Lord, we need your forgiveness
We need your power
Show yourself

fucking with my hearing I ain't hear shit
Couldn't tell by my persona how I'm fearless
Seen your thotty hit a trappy with like bare crips
Run around,

Coming from the south you know where it really be,
Straight from New Orleans having maradi gras and beads
Got the trumpets soaring so loud up in

else was pulling me back
Rubberbanding pisses me off
So I had to check my connection
Changed my whole direction
Now my compass points south
The type

pops been hated on by many men and, nigga, that's fine
They gon't try and stop these M&M's and they gon' die tryin'
Pull up to the south side, we

ask me just yet to leave
The music's playing loud
From the living room where the sun invades
It lights things up, facing south
It invites me to stay
So

The fence is knocked down; the mailbox is next. Time to grab my personal effects.
I’m headed south to Mexico. This situation’s become quite complex.

OR I

friends, I know she tempting me
Bitch If you can't get a bag with me you ain't impressing me
If I do a verse for buddy he gone pay the fee
South Florida Nap

ONE AFRICA 
Music and lyrics by
J. Adams, David Pilgrim

Verse 1

I wish there were no borders here
I wish we had no enemies, I wish we had no fears

taking shots
Of something I don't know
Again I don't know
If you're the one
Who's good to go
When will the rain would come down south
What if you've never

Yeah, time to show some appreciation to Don Jazzy for this one,
I go by the name of Milkshayke,
I should have done this for the 2k but it came rather

So it's not the fact that traumatic things happen to us
Everything goes completely south when we don't know how to deal with it and we don't heal from