Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love Those who didn't (Ha Ha)
[Verse 1] I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy Balling just picture me baby You and me hit you so crazy You gonna be pushing them daises We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades While you hustling on the block We fishing in the Everglades Reckon I run up in this liquor store Pick up a fifth of that Crown We were puffing on that herb When y'all break it down and frown Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town They used to call me JD out South slinging pound Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out Lay low when you see some shit in the south Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash
[Chrous] I reckon we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be scared Reckon we out of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn You can't keep Haystak down
I reckon we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be scared Reckon we out of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn
[Verse 2] I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken I'll be here till I leave yo Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast My people(echo) country as collard greens Money hungry dope fiends Go get that cheese by any means Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon I came up with cash villians Riding right, sack dealin We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back) In the back of the club In the back of the limo Nothing changed but the day,the date on my Presidential I came hard on my first I came hard on my second I come hard on my third Do you reckon? I reckon
[Chrous]
[Verse 3] I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx) Cops pull us over looking for rocks Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass I'm talking bad to security up in the club You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up They told me cowards won't dig it They told me haters ain't liking it I told them that ain't whats on my Mind when I'm writing it If my people had got popped and never did fold Knowing they been took care of it Soon as they got parole(echo)
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[Verse 1] I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy Balling just picture me baby You and me hit you so crazy You gonna be pushing them daises We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades While you hustling on the block We fishing in the Everglades Reckon I run up in this liquor store Pick up a fifth of that Crown We were puffing on that herb When y'all break it down and frown Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town They used to call me JD out South slinging pound Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out Lay low when you see some shit in the south Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash
[Chrous] I reckon we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be scared Reckon we out of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn You can't keep Haystak down
I reckon we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be scared Reckon we out of control Thinking bout platinum and gold Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you bitches gonna learn
[Verse 2] I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken I'll be here till I leave yo Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast My people(echo) country as collard greens Money hungry dope fiends Go get that cheese by any means Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon I came up with cash villians Riding right, sack dealin We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back) In the back of the club In the back of the limo Nothing changed but the day,the date on my Presidential I came hard on my first I came hard on my second I come hard on my third Do you reckon? I reckon
[Chrous]
[Verse 3] I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx) Cops pull us over looking for rocks Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass I'm talking bad to security up in the club You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up They told me cowards won't dig it They told me haters ain't liking it I told them that ain't whats on my Mind when I'm writing it If my people had got popped and never did fold Knowing they been took care of it Soon as they got parole(echo)
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