[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
It's me
Rapping on the beat
While I'm napping in between
Trying to have something to eat
'til you're clapping in the streets
While you're tapping on your feet
Then I'm blasting with the heat
In the land of the free
Home of the brave
Memphis Tenny's where I stay
And I lays my head down
At the end of the day
Where the blues still plays in the hood
Just a block away
In the distance you can hear the ak's spray
Hey hey
Don't talk trash
'cause I love this city if you had to ask
From the zoo where the talkers are a part of that
And I've lived here for years and I never got car-jacked
Hard facts: the economy s**s
And a part of me's stuck
Trying to stack the bucks
In fact or the fact that
Ten bucks and up to get drunk
And spend a little time with my buds
What?
Where the cat fish is fried
And an afghan's required
Cause it's messy in the summertime
Summer rat; this southern hat
The suffering succotash
Then tell me where my sisters and brothers at?
We're probably getting drunk down at the cove
Or any of the parks where we usually go
In the 9-0-1 that's the area code
And if you don't know player, now ya know
Whoa
That's the way that we do it in the little south
Gets wild, so keep the little children out
I love chicks, that run their little wicked mouth
I make the hits, that turn and freak the party out
No doubt, I am a southern gentleman
Reppin' just a little better then
'cause I'm better man
Yeah, so let the music play on
And blast the radio stay calm
Peace