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