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[Hook] |
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[Bridge:] |
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Get down, get down, get down with it |
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I'm talking about the dirty south, folks with the grills in mouth |
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I make it cool to be southern |
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Return to 4eva all day, them country people feel what I say |
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[Hook] |
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We make it cool to be southern |
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Okay I'm straight up off my grandmama porch |
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Hollywood left, I took the southernized approach |
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Collard green pockets but I southern fried the flow |
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Candied yam drop with some cornbread to throw |
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Play some |
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shit, keep the dank lit |
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We swang whips old schools like my paw-paw |
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You can't get |
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Now which motherfuckers said that we can't pimp? |
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I hit ditches like switches, before the paint flip |
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I can't be faded |
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The heart of king born in the 1980's |
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For real, you never see a nigga like me lately |
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Debonair, never scared, Fred Astaire when I carry a cadence |
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Refrain for being lame, ho |
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I got a surefire way to give the game what it came for |
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A third coast nigga still bustin, stop frontin' motherfucker |
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We make it cool to be southern |
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I'm talking about the dirty south, folks with the grills in mouth |
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We make it cool to be southern |
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Everybody wanna ball nowadays, but don't nobody wanna get paid |
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We make it cool to be southern |
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Get down if you wanna, crackin' seals, blowin' some mari-j-uana |
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We make it cool to be southern |
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Return of 4eva all day, them country people feel what I say |
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We make it cool to be southern |
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Let me take you down this country road |
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Country flow, country foe, country fire |
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24's on the Caddy, type savvy |
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My paper ways never fade, I got 'em from my grand daddy |
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Old school, so smooth |
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The type of fresh that you can comb through |
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Or you can cut it with a butter knife |
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And spread it on the brain of a dame for some change |
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But that's only if you cut it right |
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Off top my drop, rims chop, no cops, drink pop |
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Lord knows I ain't seen it with my |
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Green lit, grain grip, bad bitch on my tip |
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And when she tell me, lord knows she don't mean it |
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I been this way since I was knee high |
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To a grasshopper gettin' money in my Levis |
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I mean my jeans, Pine-Sol clean |
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Bird's eye view with my frame on lean |
