Lyrics:
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Lost my mind a thousand times below the Mason-Dixon
Trying to find my way back home to you
Never could deny that I was blind to what
you shakin' that money maker on the streets of Broadway
Are you a little more south of the Mason Dixon like Tupelo honey
I can tell by the look in your
rhymes
I'm, young Zito, destroyer of all evil
Lethal to the lives of you niggaz like white people
South of the Mason Dixon diction, getting it how I'm
'neath the mountain moonlight
Hold her uptight, make a little lovin'
A little turtle dovin' on a Mason Dixon night
Fits my life, oh so right, my Dixieland
airplane gas, then hit the ground with it\
I hopped out the Aero plane, Yes I had a parachute
I'm about to buy a crib, and a new pair of shoes
Mason Dixon
of the new world order
Erect a border on the Mason Dixon, let them suffer hell if they want more
What was it for? And was it worth knocking death’s door
Down,
There's more hate across these party lines than the Mason-Dixon
Talk with me walk with me let's have a convo
We might see it different but let's share our
than the doe and chasing vixens
I'm trying to be dopest from below the mason dixon
Better yet a bigger distance, i am from the south
Big business what
Gateway Motor Freight Transport Pikes
Dixie Ohio Trans American South
East Tex Mason Dixon Watkin and Transcon
Wilson Associate got all that drivin' done
You wont catch me
On a path
And its johnson ford dixon
If you niggas gotta ask
I've been sittin Workin on my craft
Haters gone be mad
I've been
plumbers drivers cobblers teamsters coopers masons
Dixons nixons sires briars blacks and whites and coppertones
Scrappers coppers princes paupers kings made
on a Mason Dixon night
It's my life
Oh so right
With my dixieland delight
With my dixieland delight
Spend my dollar
Parked in a holler 'neath the mountain
sweet as ice tea, sugar in a jar
You ain’t ready for a girl like me, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Born south of the Mason Dixon
Sugar and spice so sweet, make them
friend
Over and over again
Who can we get on the case?
We need Perry Mason
Someone to put you in place
Calling Perry Mason again
Again
Riding
friend
Over and over again
Who can we get on the case?
We need Perry Mason
Someone to put you in place
Calling Perry Mason again
Again
Riding
listen to that whistle scream
It's that Pan American on her way to New Orleans
She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line
When she passes
feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
I'mma put it out here let me tell ya something,
What d'y'all think my still be pumpin?
90 proof
(Can't re-write history baby)
Oh, Dixieland
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin')
I hope you understand what this is all about
It doesn't matter if you grew up above the Mason-Dixon or down in Dixie
If you come from the east side or the west side of the Mississippi
Little
the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon,
We facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'
You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation
My mojo
listen to that whistle scream
It's that Pan American on her way to New Orleans
She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line
When she passes
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
Paid off, I sought her dwelling
In the suburbs of the town,
An ancient dame upon a line
Was hanging out a gown.
Where is my love? She's married, sir,
Below that Mason Dixon my residence
Dirty South Confederate
Ay we should hold election's I
Say Bun B for President
He represent them Real Niggas
TX
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