no more touchin the Grey Hound we shine for the south get with it or lay down [Hook x4] From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Jay'Ton] I'm from
Traduction: Trae. De L'(Remix Abn) Sud.
top slab in the South God damn cause here I go again, cooking and flipping dope again Ten bricks in the do' again, ready to hit the road again Trae done
hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us [Chorus: Trae
m saying, we don't give a damn. And I just did that off the top of my head. (*Sings*)Leave a nigga dead... From that Lex, (From that Lex) when you finish
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog [Z-Ro] You use to come, and scoop me In the sharp, from the trailer
, I'm trying to focus On bigger and brighter thangs Steady trying to come out the storm From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain Running away from
when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frown Cause I don't trust nobody, nope not a god damn soul So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a
m dead SK for life my nigga hold up ya head [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Boss] Every once in awhile I get a call from my friends one of my homies from the block
while keepin it under cover the keep the laws from guessin who did it and what had cause gangsta's don't make a scene bitch niggaz public sizin and end up with ten or fifteen [Verse 2 - Trae
ya family to lose you I run with my Asshole By Nature niggaz Trae and Lil Boss look I just got the word from niggaz that Austin dropped in the south we
salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, i did it for the troop
, bout these Broke roaching ass niggaz, in these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae
bout, we wipe boys down In south park on mlk, on sunday we clown From the streets of antoine, to the homestead hoods From mo city to studewood, it's
rolmels (what else) Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third From the
phone) A couple of grillin' bids in my past Cause I got caught up in the game Now it's 750, 000 dollars later And 18 grand everytime I pick up my telephone [Verse 2: Trae
