Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The South, artist - E.S.G.. Date of issue: 31.01.1994
Song language: English
The South |
| Alright |
| This is yo everyday boppin bitch |
| And I’m lookin for the niggas wit the drop top |
| Candy painted hittin the switch |
| So here’s a blast for ya muthafuckin ass |
| Wit a dick in ya mouth |
| Straight from the muthafuckin south |
| Verse One: |
| Well it’s the south |
| Nuthin but the muthafuckin south |
| Before ya say shit get my dick out cha mouth |
| Mr. E is who I be OG fo 93 |
| Studio BGs gets no L O V To the east i’m feelin hap |
| Was the hap white black |
| As I get funky then a jit jack |
| Then George Clint jock’s rap |
| So bitches hold ya nose |
| Nigga watch cha hoes |
| We gon chunk dem 84s then blow the indo |
| I’m higher then an eagle |
| Rollin deep in a regal |
| Divorce Desert Storm |
| Now I live wit desert eagles |
| Slap a hoe |
| Jack the sto' |
| I neva stole a flow |
| 'Cuz I’m tighter then a twat |
| And I knock on virgin hoe |
| So and if ya dick fit |
| 'Cuz it’s dank and drink |
| Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick |
| I’m big wit the .44 |
| This ain’t an indo |
| Got the money ese |
| Hell no |
| I’m out wit dat bum again |
| The fiends tongue numb again |
| The half pin sprung again |
| One dead Columbian |
| I’m I know it’s gonna be he Once the bird hit street |
| And the word hit the street |
| Dat I Bought me a little crib in the Cristmonte |
| And last month a little punk could buy a blunt |
| I guess my life |
| 'Cuz Shife won’t a ruin |
| But dat ain’t shit biatch |
| Ya know what I’m doin |
| It’s the south |
| Comin straight from the south |
| Fuckin it up wit a blunt up in my mouth |
| It’s the south |
| Comin straight from the south (and I’m a OG) |
| Fuckin it up wit a blunt up in my mouth |
| Verse Two: |
| Nuthin but a O fuckin G And thank god dat it didn’t happen in ninty-three |
| Jacked from a crab |
| I got fo my gold |
| Now my pockets look swoll |
| Like a nigga on parole |
| After doin 10 L Ain’t cha fo a dime bag |
| Fienin fo a piece a pussy and some zig zags |
| But fuck it I’m gonna get mine |
| Kick mine and dick mine |
| Why ya lick mine and trick mine |
| Ya can’t playa hate a true playa |
| So play dat Sega |
| Watch a nigga E page ya Wit the rat tat tat tatta |
| To me it don’t matta |
| Now who’s in the backa |
| It looks like a jacka |
| I guess they wanna get me fo car today |
| But this ain’t Tim |
| So I’ma show him a harda way |
| To not to fuck wit the E And dat ain’t nuthin but the south in me And I’ll be Verse Three: |
| Watch cha back 'cuz here I come |
| It ain’t nuthin but dat bomb |
| From the nigga straight from dat muthafuckin south |
| Wit the fry in my hand and my dick in ya mouth |
| Droppin dem bombs all muthafuckin day |
| We gotta have Bose |
| There’s no date this ain’t LA |
| It ain’t nuthin but a nigga like the E And yea G it’s nuthin but the south in me |