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Текст песни Crooked Lettaz - South`s On My Mind

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(yeah, yo they sleepin on Mississippi)(Jack-town, David Banner, Gamma Ray Productions boy)(Stew-pot stow-aways)[Chorus]Been a long time, the South stays on my mindI`m a grown man and everything is fine[David Banner]Nobody gives a damn about my place of o-riginJacktown, rounds of empty shells left on the groundStill smokinI`m hopin to give the kids something backInstead of wild-ass stories about sellin vials of crackOr bitches and cars, but my state left scarsOn my man hood, while y`all be screamin that it`s all goodWhen it ain`t never been, most kids move to ChicagoAnd those that didn`t were left hollowWit low self-esteem but it seems that all my dreams got crushedBut y`all niggas kept it on the hushSo why y`all frontin on the South, come and get someAsk your scared-ass parents where you from, you crumbChorus 2x[Kamikaze]My God, these lyrics hot, you`re gonna need sunblockMy verbal`s cocked wit ammunitionFor you shiesty A&R`s who be dissinYou missin, the Southern fried cookin, who you lookin at?Bustin lyrics from the soundproof straight to DATIn fact, I`m sick of how you brothers reactMy demo says Mississippi but I ain`t speakin `bout no gatsBut my raps, are laced wit homicidal tendenciesA Menace like Dennis be, bustin rhymes from here to Tennesse[David Banner]Cops rang, my man he done bled to deathAnd the ambulance done came and leftI`m by myself, with your traces And my yard you know it`s hard, mentally-scarredBrain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen the whole thingI can`t seem to get my hands cleanDone washed em twelve times in a row, twelve rhymes is spokeTwelve dimes but it doesn`t ease the painSuggestion, (ah, excuse me Mr. Crump can we ask you some questions)Don`t ask me no questionsChorus 2x[Kamikaze]Now shortly, it be that portly MC from the M-G-TNorth Jackson, Mississippi where them brainiacs beAin`t no hustlers, no gangstas, no slangers an` thugsThe only test for your vest will be verbal slugsAnd mean mugs get shrugged out quick, it ain`t no fightinJust down home receitin, and some dope lyric writinTighten your skills, before you cross the border into hellIt`s that mack, know your state where them stow-aways dwellChorus 4x-outro-*shout outs and hollering for about 20 seconds*[David Banner]Check this out right here, this is David BannerLike to end this song by saying all praises is due to GodGod first, yaknowimsayin, music secondYo peace out to my little god-son Lil` JuPeace due to Earl B. Washington, Phinga Print`s father

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