I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometimes when you take you got to give
Away from the noise and up above the mad rushing crowd There's a place where a little guy can stand mighty tall and proud And sometimes late, late, late
La-da da da da da da da La-da da da da da de La-da da da-da La-la-la la-la-la Oh the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meaning
If I could be you, if you could be me For just one hour, if we could find a way To get inside each other's mind If you could see you through my eyes
a thrill, look at me, I?m the king Till the mornin? light comes shinin? You?re mine, you?re mine Lady, Southern lady Please dream a dream for me Lady, Southern
y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East, South
in this game, but it's true Be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you Never forget the neighbourhood were it started The ghette south eight
home team QB when I touchdown Roll out the red carpet when I come round Verse (Scarface) I'm from that 33rd H town rider Rep my city my neighborhood south
's go boy A T L, talk to em Lo How could I possibly, be inconspicuous When my flow is fuckin' ridiculous? That's quite an accent, see I'm from the south
[Fat Joe:] Owwwwwwwww Scotti lets make it rain on these niggas [Chorus:](Lil' Wayne) Yeah im in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks better
she was such a lovely child Now here she is with a gun in her hand Hey Joe, hey Joe, where're you going with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, I said where
[Foreign Content] What? Keep going baby! [Foreign Content] Terror Squad, Rockland, Joe Crack, the R Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty tryin' to bring
And much room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car I'm from the south you better watch your mouth,
[ intro: fat joe ] Yeah yeah Terror squad what-what Cuban link what-what '99, baby [ verse 1: cuban link ] Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party Plus I
ON DOWN! (JUST GET ON DOWN!) LET'S GO! LET'S GO! (OW! OW!) HEYYYYYY! Verse 1 [Kid Ice] Here we go, back to turn it out The nastiest niggas representin' the South
[Intro: Elephant Man] Eastside Boyz (Yep! Atlanta Georgia) mayday!!! Good to go (The dirty south again!) Elephant Man, Likkle Jon, Busta Rhymes Alright
in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe