only need No, you cannot tell me There is pride in fearing pain A nation born in a country torn I know the rightful claim Way down south in the township Way down south
can never walk in my shoes dawg Even if I got my dude to make your shoes dawg You know about that south we act like fools dawg Your girl says she like that country
Southern drawl I'm so country, y'all Well that's way down South Yeah it's way down low Check my Southern-fried style And my Southern flow (Southern Girl
be from space And folks like to be from the country and everything like that You know, like really like the South is like cool to be from the South right
that pussy like shrimp fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya I met a woman in the heart of Australia Had a big butt and big titties, too
a ride, son'. Well, I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold
Shady, aftermath nigga! They be cuttin' them mo' fuckin checks now, I ride big nigga, I got my thang danglin nigga And I gotta big thang out my balls
Patron, Herringbone - That's Me In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me Dirty South, Straight Country
on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on rra) That boy that love to rock Man, I hold more songs then a goddamn jukebox That nigga like 2 Pac, 130 songs
the Lord's staff, an English Angel, is angry about the Lord's inexplicably cavalier treatment of his country, which did, after all, win those two Big
grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!) Been beating
maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big
Yeah) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (Yeah) People hear Mase call 'em wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah) Been
so gutter but the song so chorus ghetto, country, hood, ratchet put your hands up if you f**king that s**t ghetto, ya know opposite of busse twelve inch yaki, big
L.A. before it was called South Central Makin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta Now I'm big
ride, son?" Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' out of them Speakers was solid country gold Then
