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Brother Brother Brother I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother I'm a South
dap Fuck what they talkin' South Park pull out the illest slaps From MLK to Homestead we Gon' leave some bloodshed h Town Texas Nothin' but players
down lies. Makes no difference where she's been I'm go in south and doin' them things again Bake in a hot tub, down the line I'd rather see you
up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up See, blaze me above the game with no limit Niggas nowadays can
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum Powder, how's about them oranges? Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am Well I go by the name
Form the south to the bottom It's the brand new trick (M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park) And if you never been down south before We bout
man Bun B, what? It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin' The things you
the Lord had planned for me I wouldn't trade my life for nothin' I'll even take my strife's and strugglin's Got blessings by the bushels and the dozens I
works unless you pull shit I'm from a place where Niggaz still think things will be better So they pray to God Anyone available Hoping that he help them
laid my foundation 'til I built my house And it was mixtape after mixtapes And then the next thing you know, I was runnin' the South Streets
bling-bling-bling, boy It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy? Now if you warring and runnin'
bling-bling-bling, boy It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy? Now if you warring and runnin'
Ay, ay I'm from a big city Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Heard you been hanging with some dude from the south If imma see it on my feed you better tell me yourself You don't like it but im turning it out
So don't tell me whatchu wish for You wanna be kept by a rich ho Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick She better pay me right now She wanna get
keeping it one hunnn Started a fire now you better run Mobbing so deep like a prodigy thunn Hecho en Aztlan hecho en South Africa Hecho en Aztlan hecho en
Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever
dog When I'm with the big guy Up in the blue sky Yeah hand me a brew-ski Just chilling I'm just trying get by Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday I
Only thing that South Africans do is beat their wives You talk too much that's the shit they don't like Do you wanna be rich? or Do you wanna be right
You gotta start off each day with a song Now even when things go wrong You'll feel better, you'll even look better I'm here to tell you that
he's gonna be the one to find us a better way (a better way, a better way…) (Y.A., help me sing…) Now listen as the siren goes by It's another
I'm from Levy City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I
mmm, she got her cake from the south (Skrrt, skrrt) You still on yo' mama couch, you tryna figure it out (Get up) They tryna crawl in the VIP, they
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