Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sailin’ da South (Intro), artist - E.S.G.. Date of issue: 11.09.1995
Song language: English
Sailin’ da South (Intro) |
| 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 |