Lyrics:
Nazis marching in file
Hitler's haircut is back in style
Resistance on the streets of Birmingham
And with her smile she disarms the man, yeah
Oh,
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all
lam)
From Birmingham (Bam ba lam)
Way down in Alabam' (Bam ba lam)
Well, she's shakin' that thing (Bam ba lam)
She makes me sing (Bam ba lam)
Whoa, Black
nigga, you're just gettin' show money (ayy)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't have asked for it, if you know you ain't want it
on the Autobahn, like "vroom!"
Came a long way from the slums
Straight outta Birmingham
Glass full of rum, gyal wan' share pum-pum
It's for the lads, I don't
of them
This manilla was manufactured in Birmingham between 1830 and 1850
Being shipped to Africa to be bardered for one slave, each manilla
These slaves
to my city: Birmingham
Calling all my Commonwealth fam
Summertime when the city haffi ram
We heading to the Alexander Stadium
Come follow me jamboree
never finished school
But he shot one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealing cars down in Birmingham
Mama always went to church
But we soon
I found it outside of Birmingham,
Headed to another place,
Took me 500 miles to get to the bottom of my suitcase,
Was in between a pair of jeans
low,
Round and round and round we'll go.
Wham, Bham, Birmingham, Alabam' don't give a damn.
Little Rock and I'm fit to top.
Ah, let it rock.
fucking state
Bitch
I'm from that Birmingham, bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that Corpus Christi, hoe
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm
found
A jail without cells and bars
But you'll never escape from colored town
Colored town
Come let's open all the doors
From Birmingham
On a morning flight out of Birmingham he started talking
She'd never even met him, but Lord, she thought that
He'd never shut up
If she didn't
In his Birmingham Hills
Well fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my head
Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me
I hate you too
understand all the more deeply
As Boston becomes Birmingham
Becomes Little Rock, becomes Selma
Becomes Philadelphia, Mississippi
Becomes yesterday all over
to mix us, make us sound loud
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days, five to go
Well, there's Birmingham, Mobile, and up
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all
Church blew up in Birmingham
Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason
All this hate and violence can't come to no good end
my head...
A sixteen year-old little fucking punk
Sitting in his classroom drawing a gang sign on a folder
He lives in Birmingham Hills
What the fuck
Yo Derby, Bondstreet
Every hot gyal haffi ah call we
Birmingham, Manchester, London, Bristol
Hey bwoy you fi mind you owna, business
Me ah fuck
bitch gon' suck my cock off
So I'm goin' fast, I'm talkin' super dash
Bitch from Birmingham, known for serving yams
Ain't gotta worry 'bout her, 'cause
the pressure, ayy, ayy
Let me tell you who apply the pressure, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, me and Lil 14 applyin'
Pressure from Ohio to Atlanta
Birmingham to Canton, Neywork
Birmingham gyal dem
Hotter dan a gyal
A weh yuh do dah hairstyle deh?
Har hairdresser shoulda get fired
All when you just wake up ina di morning
You look
This is a journey, into sound yo Droptop!
London girl dem hot yo Droptop!
Birmingham girls dem hot
She love di dick, she love di dick
Skin it out
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