: And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge
can to the boarding. But can't think of anything whitty or on point enough to be up there. The drunkards still own the park, D's still there in your
me recall my days in the New Jerusalem Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun "Kill the guy" in Carter park
we went running through the ohio in my favorite avenue i tried it on my favorite shoes theres mississippi kentucky blue rhode island rage and a tennesee too see oklahoma or michigan theres
rocker. To south side part and Cathrene was up dude? And, alright, now best wishes out to Eno, and Shelly, and their baby on the way Hey up to Jimi
So open up your eyes and get a surprise like in CrackerJacks Punan' Don happy Givin' up that nappy dug out Get the cut up, then I cut out Why you standin there
Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later The last day of the week and they couldn't any greater They leavin' the park and hittin' the south park
: [T.I. Talking] I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there,Ay Why you mad at me,Ay Oh lame ass nigga why you mad at me Sucka ass nigga why you
3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house with no father, school - why bother? That's why I call myself the King of the South Well nigga, ah
my Impala I'm a 3rd bred Bankhead, Roll Park scholar From a house with no father, school - why bother? That's why I call myself the King of the South
out, one two M-illi-tant I be the, alias Malik B Internationale rationale All the people up 68th Ave. and across Broad Street or Silk Lane in South Philly
rubbin wood, i go and rub the boss..rims so big when i park the top of the truck above the house. you jammed up and do no time we all above the law,
slipping I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick But take a trip to South Lee, and end up
race your Mercedes through the park after midnight Hopin' for a few cheap thrills There's always someone around to lift your spirits up All along just pumpin' up
: Verse One: Big Boi, Andre From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed
the bucks These fools out here afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When