Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sailin' da South, artist - E.S.G
Date of issue: 11.09.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sailin' da South |
Aw, yeah |
It’s that nigga E-S-motherfucking-Gizzy |
And it’s going down, once again in this bitch |
We’re still «Swangin' And Bangin'» on them mark-ass busters |
But they don’t know what time it is |
Damn man, nigga so motherfucking high in this bitch |
I might can’t even rap, man |
Damn, a nigga gonna stutter or something, man |
Fuck this shit, but um |
All the real motherfucking G’s |
Just come on and take a little trip with the E to the S to the motherfucking G |
Cause we’re gonna do it like this, bitches |
Come take a trip with E as I glide and I slide |
Boun-boun-boun-bounce as I flip in my ride |
Now, the blunts get bust open as I break down that skunk |
Bump-bump-bump-bump is the sound in my trunk |
I got you all feeling good, you’re bobbing your head |
Rat-tat-tat-tat, dumb nigga, are you dead? |
Cause it’s one for the money, two for the hoes |
And you got to be real to feel the fucking flow |
So, bitches, bend over, now raise up your skirt |
Scr-scr-scr-scream if that dick hurt |
Now, I gots to hit it good, you know I can’t stop |
Pop-pop-pop-pop goes the sound of that twat |
As I walked outside, just stood up on the curb and |
Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp goes the alarm in my Suburban |
Now I hops in, the Glocks in, it’s time for me to flip |
When I st-st-st-stutter, I’m high on that dip |
But you know what, I makes that real with my mouth |
Come on as we sail through the South |
Really though, nigga, see I’m a pimp, ho |
But y’all just chizill, it ain’t nothing but the intro |
Fool |