[The Game:] Ey yo right here in Southern California Hittin' hardcore pop this wigga Watch out lemme snuff this nigga Who dat the true rap fed The true
this place Take me awwaaayyyy Away, far away to better days [Verse 1:] First thing I want to do is say what up to T.I. King of the south now everybody
(Joan Baez) Luba, it was only the finest wine Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband
s only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south
me Up on the stage ripping the M-I-C With so much ease clearly Time for you the parents gonna tell their peers That their sons and daughters are filled with beers Now their sons
course She said give her the car and the house and your taste or else I set the trial date So now when I think of you baton rouge and the deep southern
know what I'm saying Dirty dirty east Y'all mean south Naah east playa Dirty dirty east Sure it aint south Naah east playa Still got love for the south
Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched - Their eyes don?t look right, should they be trusted now? Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided
at him the fucking prick wouldn't run. It's like they're Praising these yout's for acting so dumb and it's no excuse, Most of us are fatherless sons. (
and my aim find the clarity in art This cowards got it once cause he kept his lips zippin' Now he in the news and he wettin' and I'm livin' This Southern
Wise and mighty you are force of the earth Fierce becomes the sea at your command Winds of the south winds of the north let me hear your call Blow on
slither through cell locks, in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South
[T.I.] Yea You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay) T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie) Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa City
one blooood, one blooood The pussy 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood Mothers fighting daughters every day Fathers fighting sons
that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I
can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna