| Racing down the river, crossroads to Lake Shore Drive
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| Moving on the fire line, keeping it high and dry
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| Sharp as a straight edge razor
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| Quick as a switchblade knife
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| I’ll be pushing it to the limit, baby
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| Till I get to the sweet Southside
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| Baby, what a ride
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah
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| A full moon risin' up in the sky, hot damn, it’s Friday night
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| I got four on the floor and a 357 baby, in a four wheel drive
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| Let’s live till tomorrow mornin'
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| Then we’ll get some rest
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| Lets running it see what happens, baby
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| Yes and that will be the test
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style, hell yeah
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| Coming into the St. Johns River, coming in out of the fog
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| Got troubles, damn I’m wide ass open, I’m running like a scalded dog
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| Tonight is made for living, I ain’t dead just yet
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| If I don’t see your face on the Southside, trouble’s what you gonna get
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| Sharp as a straight edge razor
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| Quick as a switchblade knife
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| I’m proud to be a son of the south
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| Till the day I die, there ain’t no doubt
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I walk it tall and wear it proud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, let me hear you say it loud
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, sweet potato pie and hush my mouth
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| (Hell yeah) son of the south, I like my women southern style |