Various Artists - The South lyrics

Artist: E.S.G Album: Ocean of Funk Song: The South Intro: Alright This is yo everyday boppin b**h And I'm lookin for the n***as wit the drop top Candy painted hittin the switch So here's a blast for ya muthaf**in a** Wit a dick in ya mouth Straight from the muthaf**in south Verse One: Well it's the south Nuthin but the muthaf**in south Before ya say sh** get my dick out cha mouth Mr. E is who I be OG fo 93 Studio BGs gets no L O V To the east I'm feelin hap Was the hap white black As I get funky then a jit jack Then George Clint jock's rap So b**hes hold ya nose n***a watch cha hoes We gon chunk dem 84s then blow the indo I'm higher then an eagle Rollin deep in a regal Divorce Desert Storm Now I live wit desert eagles Slap a ho Jack the sto' I neva stole a flow 'Cuz I'm tighter then a twat And I knock on virgin ho So and if ya dick fit 'Cuz it's dank and drink Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick I'm big wit the .44 This ain't an indo Got the money ese Hell no I'm out wit dat bum again The fiends tongue numb again The half pin sprung again One dead Columbian I'm I know it's gonna be he Once the bird hit street And the word hit the street Dat I Bought me a little crib in the Cristmonte And last month a little punk could buy a blunt I guess my life 'Cuz Shife won't a ruin But dat ain't sh** b*atch Ya know what I'm doin Chorus: It's the south Comin straight from the south f**in it up wit a blunt up in my mouth It's the south Comin straight from the south (and I'm a OG) f**in it up wit a blunt up in my mouth Verse Two: Nuthin but a O f**in G And thank god dat it didn't happen in ninty-three Jacked from a crab I got fo my gold Now my pockets look swoll Like a n***a on parole After doin 10 L Ain't cha fo a dime bag Fienin fo a piece a p**y and some zig zags But f** it I'm gonna get mine Kick mine and dick mine Why ya lick mine and trick mine Ya can't playa hate a true playa So play dat Sega Watch a n***a E page ya Wit the rat tat tat tatta To me it don't matta Now who's in the backa It looks like a jacka I guess they wanna get me fo car today But this ain't Tim So I'mma show him a harda way To not to f** wit the E And dat ain't nuthin but the south in me And I'll be -Chorus- Verse Three: Watch cha back 'cuz here I come It ain't nuthin but dat bomb From the n***a straight from dat muthaf**in south Wit the fry in my hand and my dick in ya mouth Droppin dem bombs all muthaf**in day We gotta have Bose There's no date this ain't LA It ain't nuthin but a n***a like the E And yea G it's nuthin but the south in me -Chorus-