| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality
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| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
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| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business
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| Strip clubs is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
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| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
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| I’m in Riverdale on 85, at Annlers’s eatin' sum' Soul Food
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| County attitude let me know if you down to
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| Party all night wit' my people
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| And if yo' ass go hungry man them old folk’s they gone feed you
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| I bring Drama like Sammy Sam I’m so point five Twista, Bun
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| Do or Die car clean no suit and tie
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| Ghetto boy like Willie G, Cuttier wood grains like I’m Bill see,
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| I hold the flame like Bun B
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| I ain’t from the South that’s Ludacris that’s country shit fish and grits
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| Yall full of bits, wet paint, big rims, you can’t help, but done notice it
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| When the beat is in dark shit, so coolin' it wit' my van
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| Sickest shit that I have
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| Country hell a little Mayonaise, yall' in Riverdale where we at
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| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality
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| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
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| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business
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| Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
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| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
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| And I’m sittin' low in my old school, and my loces on, and I’m so cool
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| And my top it drops, and there’s no roof
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| When I’m shinin' on it’s my gold tooth
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| I’m trill as hell, and I’m heavy set
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| Pray to the Lord, but don’t get it bent
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| I’m from the Hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit
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| I’m from Texas (Texas), Cadillac no Lexus (no Lexus)
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| That we ride on four suicide doors, and park no places
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| So you best not test us (test us) cuz' we’ll get reckless
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| Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black glock take part of yo' necklace
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| (necklace)
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| Tell me who gon' check (check) we outside down for the hood we gon' ride
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| My gladiater’s, yeah they go live wit' them dayton’s and them 4
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| So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain’t trill don’t show yo' face
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| Cause I’ll pull that --, and I’ll catch a case, and I’ll leave the scene wit'
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| no trace
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| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality
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| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
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| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business
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| Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
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| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
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| Luda!!!
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| Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels
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| Seats look like I hollered at the Reeces peanut butter cup, and then made a deal
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| Trucks shakin' like jellied honey’s ready to check the spread
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| Cuz' I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread
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| So keep yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
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| Cuz' in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right
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| Your southern living is like something you ain’t never seen
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| Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green
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| Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'
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| Lookin' for the neckbone, hamhock, collard green, cornbread eatin' women
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| We sum country certified gangsta’s in the south
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| When you speak about who’s hottest watch yo' (watch yo') mouth
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| I’m from the south Southern Hospitality
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| Soul food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
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| I’m from the south where the old folks' they don’t mind they business
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| Tricked cars is our culture we sum' heavy spenders
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| Ca-Candy Paint and Gold Teeth |