it's (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush [Chorus - 2X] We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned, and Everybody died, but baby I'm still prayin wich ya Everybody cryin but (Georgia
mine he went down So tell me Grandpa Why do you look so sad Tell me Grandpa Why do you look so mad The world, it isn't bad to you It put you on your
Yo so thats how it goes down When I'm beatin down yo block I here ya shawty Ay this for all the hatas Errbody who didn't think I was gonna make it You
I don't play But if it come down to it, I got my K Fuck the flexing, 'cause we ballin', shot callin' and stacking And if it come down to the gunplay
eighteen minutes burning down our throats down the hall down the stairs in a building so tall that it will always be there yes, it's part of a pair
put the pedal to the metal And let it roll, roll on And I started feeling bad when George stopped loving her today Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly get down
Michaelangelo from the dead So he can make a fresh painting of my head Then I hung out with a king and a queen And the queen put me down with her polo
Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah Keep it real, represent what? My nuts Keep it real, represent what? My nuts Keep it real, represent what? My nuts Keep it
) Southside [Verse 2A:Lloyd] Girl I'll know that we can make it Cause we won't him let break it I don't care who wit it It's you and me against the
But if you synthesize I will understand Your synthesizer man Verse four: george clinton Ghetto boy horny tonight Scsi with a booty in a cage Problem sinkin down
, look at that boy Go together just like red black and green boy You lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George right there Word up, time to pay up Put your muscle
die for me, I'd die for you fool Lay it all down for the t-r-u crew That's how it's gonna be [silkk] No that's how it's gotta be I got love for my folks
found a nigga dead, with two to the temple somebody put that boy to sleep gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep it might have been me
from ya Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue? I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along Now it's a
be a lying Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me now
can do it Fuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do it I get low down a dirty Off with ya head, ol dirty All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz Till
Wussup sho nuff boy [Big Marc verse 1] I'm comin down with the key to Decatur East Atlanta slab rider Heavy grinda for paper City slicker heavy weight
Yeah! Hi-C This my nigga DJ motherfuckin Quik We gon' take this shit back to the Mixmaster days and put it all in your jawmeat and wiggle it around