So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house
Make that so called career you got head down south
I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
It landed in my left hand while he started going south
I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse
Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south
My garage full of cars that bounce
I break in, cut your throat and then head south
We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south
I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows
Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie
Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
With these macs i've got a bad habit
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