Lyrics:
calls it out, kinda vanishes away
And I can't get to sleep at night
The parking lot's so loud and bright
The A/C Hasn't worked in twenty years
they won't have to drop another album
B.b. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis,
they will not be judged by the color of their skin
But by the content of their character
I have a dream today
I have a dream that one day
Down in Alabama
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat way back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see
Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair
I should think he'd
Drinking too early by a couple years
Alabama pumping out the Alpines
Kool cigarettes and hot truck beer
Mama's tears and daddy's tough love
We knew
old gray mules
The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us,
a "Thunder Road" to make the wheels roll down the highway
Yeah, we all need a "Sweet Home Alabama" when you wanna play air guitar
A little "Lean on Me" when
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
sockets
Yeahhhhh?
[Chorus ]
[Kool Keith]
Like Mobile, settin up shop in Alabama
For proper grammar, my style Arm & Hammer
Alabama
fig trees and okra
don’t get no better
Barefoot in Pineville
Louisiana.
I ain’t know nuttin bout the south (ex)cept stories I was told.
My mother
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
I said, momma don't you worry
I'm gettin' by just fine out on the road
Yea tonight we play in Knoxville
And tomorrow night its back to music
on Friday night
On a small town night in Alabama
We've got everything to make it right
In the back woods
With our beer cans
We throw in the fire on our land
taking shots at you
"Cause you're an animal, oh
Here we go, Alabama's own buddy
Chroming eh? And I'm in the zone now
Everybody, bringing 'em home baby
Gettin dirty-dirty down in south Alabama[00:17.14]Got my Chevy truck sitting up high[00:20.16]Z71, yea we do this just for fun[00:22.98]Got a sticker
of iron bars and stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason,
But in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that "Alabama Chrome." For
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
trynna run away from me, caught them by the docks
Azyn might be evil, or just a bit unorthodox
Went to Alabama, made that bitch shake
Got this nigga Kevin
Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama
Lugz.
Ya know I had to get it mane.
Making plays Alabama out to Philly mane. (Aye)
Said you know I had to get it mane.
Get this paper if you and you
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
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