Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,
Hard to move on when you always regret one
Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,
Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows
My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
My flag has been seen from south beach out to vegas
Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend
I'm dwarfing from the south to the north and,
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south
Rappers are regular people minus money ya like
I live in the american south with the racial divide,
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,
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