Upchurch - Son Of The South lyrics

Yeah I’m the son of the south blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland My homeland, yeah Yeah, when the sh** goes down I’ll be somewhere with a hundred thousand [?] shot rounds With a railroad car coming up in the ground With the blah blah [?] all the way around my house Boom, with this dirt bike [?] [?] See, motherf**er, everybody’s on my team Bikers, OGs, crime members and the police And everybody’s still figuring out what’s on the news And they do this sh** on purpose who ain’t even got a clue White lives, black lives, and the [?] too So point your gun across the sea and let’s just stand as a [?] ‘Cause they got people trying to k** us ’cause of our f**ing beliefs And [?] in the subway [?] So let’s cut the bullsh** and stand for all our people And cut some motherf**ing throats, let them bleed till we’re evil I’m the son of the south blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland My homeland, yeah [?] I’m the son of the south blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland My homeland, yeah My homeland, my homeland, my homeland My homeland I’m the son of the south blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that’s still who I am Don’t come over here disrespecting my homeland My homeland, my homeland