to trickin' hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' master [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Kid Ice] We're the first motherfuckers in the bass game Respect is due when you mention our name Representin' the South
-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw
fino in galera, invece schiaccio un'altra sgrilla tipo Christina Aguilera e se non funge col rap metto merce in Tetrapak, per me puoi sempre morire come Kenny in South
Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!) Hill.... Hill billies listening down south Hill billies listening down south I'm up and I'm headin for the south
yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope In the mouth of the south
my shit go click! Click, click, click, click! Man, I've been on the grind, 1 in the head, 16 in the 9 I'm extra Man! The game is mine, in due time
rap phenomenon" - B.I.G. (repeat all 2X) [Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys Y'all pick seeds out y'all
-A-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my
got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools
: In a little town down south There's little clowdboard house With a wolf outside the door And in the bedroom there's a light Its been staying on all
The Shadow of a demon appearin I'm hearing the voices that tell me to do the evil shit that I do And you know that I'm due so I do when I cast my spell
it twisted yo, I never really favored you And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor U So fuck givin' props where they ain't due, fuck you And that
I'll be your rail Just know that we will always prevail North, South, East to the West side Put this on the booth, it should be world wide North, South
damn 'bout these hoes give a damn 'bout these haters If ye ain't talkin money you can see a nigga later You can catch me in the South, on my bank, fuckin
Cradle i'm wishin' that he could just come Yet This nina gots no trigger so i'm clickin' Real quick like a serial killa mon' Straight from that south
we barely bathed better be better days on the way thats on my damn grave (push it to the limit) im pushing it hard (hard) im pushing it south (south)
you live to talk shit about the Real Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life
now in the ghetto or should I say Lakewood You better be strapped cuz them niggaz over there just ain't good Just being a hustler, servin the loyal customers Rent was due
