key under the mat I'm your number one from now on Set the code, close the door You don't live there anymore I'm your number one from now on Nothing
Übersetzung: The Beautiful South. From Now On.
Kind Of Awkward, The Surface Hard To Scratch Until We End Up Sexin And Now My Heart Attached I'm Thinkin Off I Should've Been More Southern And Realizing
female and it's 'posed to be exclusive Beauty, fully loaded booty hips and thighs I want a raspberry lemonade, baby, and whatever yo name is on the side You speak unique, beautiful
leave your life unexposed You better peak this out south bitches as pros If you don't know how it goes You besta follow your nose Get on some freak shit Now
sick scenes It was live and explicit and as vivid as visions on split screens In the Cadillac Apartments on Stockton & Riza Way Where old man from PJ
thats what I need Filthy south and Ds Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze Give it to me now (Chorus) Your pick time to get hood sick Hit'em
night nigga check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where
along, Yes, indeed Ladies and gentlemen, we are on our way, and just in time for Vicki Eydie's South Sea Adventure! Ahh, the South Sea's, The South
so damn fine Shawty, where you from? Oh, who me? Shawty, I'm from the south side of town Where you said you from? What's up now let me holla at you for
when I fly South side playa, play around and get popped 24 hour stake out on your nigga block Don't get your views confused wit hip hop 'Fore you wind up on the news, now
now sis? I got whacha need And you got what i need Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house Yo wassup my brotha? Wassup my brotha? Aiyyo wassup now sis?
you got what I need Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house Yo, wassup my brotha? Wassup my brotha? Aiyyo wassup now sis? What up now sis? You got what
to Hester And Mark David did it to John And maybe Jack did it to Marilyn But he did it to South Vietnam For beauty and glory For money, love and country Now
you out I got ma hands on ur hips, cause fits, like hard low, cocking you out, rockin you out Give a shout, give a scream, now I know ur keen, I come
only a girl And I'll tell you about her At least all that I know She's from South Carolina And she came out here A few years ago She waits on tables
whine Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze Your on that pan american on her way to new or-leans. If your ever in the south
Just came home from getting my South Beach on You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on She tryna get her freak on come up on his ski jet
