Lyrics:
locked up
Niggas doin' crazy drive-by's, get popped up
Esé tripping on me for no reason
Jail politics, killin' niggas in season
Welcome to Californication
to the very last compound (down)
With my homies from Tha Dogg Pound
Now you know and I know
Rule number one, you can't trust no ho
Now you can get caught up
down
Cause it taste so good
You remind me of that
Mississippi Soulfood
Girl I feel like I can't stop eating
Till you fill me up
Caught eating more than
a good, good, good, good, good life
I've been up all night drinking Irish Whiskey
With a reggae girl down in Mississippi
She stole my heart first time
in the garden and
helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all
of his work went down the drain
The land
a sentence
The product of sharing thoughts in the same station
Stuck in a cycle no clues are given no rules are written
The answer is far from showing signs
There wasn't anyway you can go
Down here in Florida mississippi
And you got your own things
And you got your soul brothers
And the Funk Brothers
working in her thirties
Hands up she got good balance
This chick is special she got good talent
She from toledo and she with her people legs open that's
that Mississippi winds
Way up in them hills, way down in them pines
If your neck's a little red and your winter is green
Get your whiskey from
from Tha Dogg Pound
Now you know and I know
Rule number one, you can't trust no ho
Now you can get caught up in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip
a chamber
Lead pellets sleeps in there
Wake up
Now Huck whistles and he kneels
And he lays down there
See ya huck, good luck
A smoke ring hovers above
somewhere downstream
Well, we picked up Harry Truman floating down from Independence
We said "What about the war?", he said "Good riddance"
We said "What
chain
Them things
Big like boulders
My rocks cutting up like Taliban soldier
[Big Sam]
Cause down in the dirty it ain't no drama or no beef
Its
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
how to have a damn good time
And I take my shots
Straight out of the jug
And I like to get pure drunk
In that Mississippi mud
Well lets throw
you got mail, nigga, send it
Another record deal with Sremmurd, nigga, all I know is spend it
Up in Saks, swipin' cards like I'm Russel Simmons
You
good day, good day)
I've been up and I've been down, but you know
Any day you wake up, that's a good day (good day, good day, good day, good day)
Had
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright
[2Pac +
of y'all niggas ain't worth no brick
Do a drive by while I bump Big Krit
They was like Doughboi that some Mississippi shit
Trying to get this cash but I
it's all good
But you'll get shot down get it understood nigga
In my hood
Let me buy you a drank
Oh hell no hoe
You can tell that the East Bay was is
today
And I'm on the Mississippi
I'm in a different city
Don't you think I look pretty
Sitting by myself
I'm wearing my sister's hand-me-downs
My
And I'm on the Mississippi
I’m in a different city
Don't you think I look pretty
Sitting by myself
I'm wearing my sister’s hand-me-downs
My hair’s in knots
true intruders
Snatching up shitty rappers that's a poopa scoopa
You was brandy tyna be down
Live by the Mississippi tell me how the fuck you see nile
by
But see the misses on my wristses when I float by
Self control, and I can't tell you no lie
Tryin' to find a soulmate, you end up being so tired
.jpg/220px-The_Sugarland_Express_(movie_poster).jpg "The Sugarland Express")
Discuss these down in mississippi up to no good by sugarland Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In