know what I'm saying Dirty dirty east Y'all mean south Naah east playa Dirty dirty east Sure it aint south Naah east playa Still got love for the south
Big fish always try to eat the small fish They do anything just to get their last wish War in the East, there's war in the West War down South I stay
: Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched - Their eyes don?t look right, should they be trusted now? Trashed-mouth Gods
: [T.I.] Yea You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay) T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie) Grand Hustle pimp (Choppa
took again what him was (made) And each bit of their entrails Were spread along the southern lands. Being condemned to be conquered And annihilated. By the great fighter sons
course She said give her the car and the house and your taste or else I set the trial date So now when I think of you baton rouge and the deep southern
love of our Lord hail Beelzebuth! great god of the lawless no longer in shadows adored hail Belial! May these words of your sons and daughters churn
one blooood, one blooood The pussy 'nit find it Travel w'on, raise your wine That's bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood Mothers fighting daughters every day Fathers fighting sons
that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I
can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna
course She said, "Give her the car and the house and your taste Or else I set the trial date" So now when I think of you, Baton Rouge And the deep southern
Chorus: Here we are in New South Wales Shearing sheep as big as whales, with Leather necks and daggy tails And fleece as tough as rusty nails. When shearing
Diamond ring shining, bitches say it's so nice Sauce Motherfucking, now she's shaking all night Non stop, we get the place crackling From North, West, South
me drive Left off from LaGrange, passin through Squattenburg On the way to High Point and my speech startin to slur Better tell these sons of bitches,
's equal just don't measure it Well, Hanson did it to Hester And Mark David did it to John And maybe Jack did it to Marilyn But he did it to South Vietnam
not,now they think 50 made me baby i think not,whos responsable for Game career i think Doc,dre the day the only things that matter to me my sons my K
this place Take me awwaaayyyy Away, far away to better days [Verse 1] First thing I want to do is say what up to T.I. King of the south now everybody
average size cocks That slither through cell locks in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie burning with desire Like black churches in the South