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    Southern Fried Intro

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    The incredible untouchable nigga
    Spittin' venom out his body with the dopest flows
    And wonder why the lines around the corner
    'Cause the little mothafucka has the dopest shows
    The one time for my indipendant women
    And all the single mothers that be gettin' that cake
    Two times for my dawgs,my trigga's,and my nigga's,
    In the kitchen that be feelin' that weight
    East coast, West coast, Mid West, dirty South
    Then we took it all around the world...
    I got fans in retirement homes
    The teenagers, to little bity boys and girls
    Droppin' lyrical bombs up in your hood
    Nonstop and I'm a hit em' 'til the block explodes
    Hip hop, R & B, pop talk, what ya want?
    I even got alittle rock and roll
    The most creative original got em takin subliminal(bang bang)
    'Cause they can't get what I gots
    They want it so bad
    Four million dollar pad, and enough to retire off two albums
    Go on, wave your white flags I'm hot!
    And everytime i rhyme im puttin rappas in da ground with nines
    they got em hooked lyke dope
    they gotta make up dey mind because they runnin outta tyme
    and im about to make them choke
    betta turn ya stereo LOUDER
    listen and let me PREACH
    lets get arrested for disturbin the *echo*PEACE COME ON*echo*
    (Talking)
    Man dis disturbin the peace shit gettin on my nerves
    boy i tell ya the truth kno wut im sayin
    while he doin shows...im in deese screets
    kno wut im sayin
    while he on TV...im in deese screets
    and then my broad and my kid walk around singin it
    boy if dey sing anotha verse boy i swear y'kno wut im sayin
    im on anotha level though
    i got a car wash...i got a shop on O national
    I got my own record lable...you heard up
    the poxy family cartel y'know im sayin
    we real
    who this nigga think he is?
    (Luda)
    Im a household name wit game spittin outta my mouth at all tymes
    i spit it out an about and spit it out of da south
    till the recognize the danger signs
    so feel the tingle in yo spine by the way i talk
    and deres pimpin in my blood u can tell by the way i walk
    ooooo lord more styles then a barber shop
    call the cops
    People in da way when a ball the block
    little do they know that im callin shots
    and im not ta b fucked wit
    if ya see me commin round the corner then duck quick
    perpatraitors can suck dick
    i tried ta tell them
    but dey don' wanna listen
    i tried ta shine em
    but dey don' wanna glisten
    while the hot head keeps on tickin
    and the kick drum peep im pumpin im dumpin
    on da coast is fools
    cuz rules was made to b broken
    but you cant make broken rules
    hear wut im sayin or heard wut i said
    hear wut they playin
    cuz through this music ima still be hurr if im dead
    call yo producers cuz im hurtin deese beats
    i said once i'll say it twice BITCH DISTURBIN THE PEACE *PEACE COME ON*Echoed*
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