Letras:
South Park Reminisce

million eyes couldn't list 'em, so I reminisce them, But now I'm up in the studio, with my nigga Ro, Fat money G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G' Chorus&#

SPM's album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed] [First Verse:] This weed got my brain burnin', Learnin' as the World turnin', Concernin' the truth, I reminisce

South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South

Fat rabbit, fat rabbit What? Dirty south, can y'all really feel me East coast, feel me West coast, feel me Dirty south, can y'all really feel me East coast, feel me West coast, feel me Dirty south

fully loadest, book was strong as bullets recorded lead oldies Pour some mo', cause I got love for my dead homies Playing bogus, reminiscing bout the

on the hunt for millions or billions We 'bout settle the score Ready for more We world wide and on tour I call my boy South Park the Mexican and it's on We reminisce

caught at the light The house party or the neighborhood park Mr. X marks the spot then pops the mark Turn your whole neighborhood to a parkin' lot I

you knew It ain't shit {Incomprehensible} Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin' Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey Reminisced on

Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South, can y'all really feel me East Coast, feel me West Coast, feel me Dirty South