Intro: 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
Chorus: 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
-Chorus-
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
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Copy to Clipboard: Intro: 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
Chorus: 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
-Chorus-
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
-Chorus-
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