out the flo' Driving through South, yo, we takin' niggas war Still on the run Always running for cover when its necessary I'm out numbered for now But all
's start the show Supposed to only call me 'Lo But you can call me The Soul Machine Watch HEEEEYYYY YYEEAAAA See what I mean? Four million flavors of the southern
the ending and the misassumption Will make 'em move something in between [Bridge] It's like I'm standing on my tippy-toes to touch a star (a star) Trying
see you girl) (Shorty, you know what you doing) Yea yea yea We gon' start this shit off right We got Suga D-Nice in the house tonight We gon' start this
day's I sip a lot of gin. And at this altitude I'm kinda lower oxygen. Maybe I need to breathe. It's all or nothin' when you nothin' at all. That's the
, now-a-day's I sip a lot of gin. And at this altitude I'm kinda lower oxygen. Maybe I need to breathe. It's all or nothin' when you nothin' at all. That
From The East-Coast My Niggas From Down-South The Letting There teeth-Show 'cause This Ain't Def Jam And This Ain't Bad Boy This Ain't Star Trek This
East-Coast My Niggas From Down-South The Lettin There teeth-Show Cause This Ain't Def Jam And This Ain't Bad Boy This Ain't Star Trek This Is The
when them things swing open (girl picture that) Have you ever traveled upon a yacht Sail across the ocean (girl picture that) Tell me have you ever seen the stars
tees, Nikes, gangstas don't know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin' on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern
are dreary And my southern heart is weary As I wonder how the old folks are back home But I know that they all love me And they're all thinking of me
Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh yeah [Verse 1] It's a pity that you're so dirty Worthy of some Southern hos-pital See we them Northern boys
minutes ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty and that trash you talk is just New Years confetti it's like that y'all, but that's all '
Chorus] [Diddy: over Chorus] Y'all know my name, y'all know my motherfuckin name I'm in the best shape of my life! Y'all know my name, y'all know my
tha weapon after you scratch off the serial Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and Ni**a we got all
the rap game was formed From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms Against all odds, and argue all day about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada, or Ja
We 100 cars deep, down on South Beach And I ain' tryna leave till I got 2 a piece At least, that's how the south bossput it down You can find me in ya
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka Lone star beast straight up out the H Sure stoppin all