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Keep It Southern

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(x3) Stop, (Stop ... echo) Look but don't touch it, If ya rub up against it, I hope that you don't scuff it now, (Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop) I keep a sack of that sticky icky A chrome nine millie wit me A guy to watch my back Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me You either represent me Or your up against me Where I'm from They let loose until the clips is empty Tennessee, I'm from that volunteer state Where when people get to drinkin' The violence just escalate We got young ass boys, drivin' Escalades We whippin' Caprice's the color of lemonade So much pearl, that them bitches look laminated Pass by your girl, the bitches look captivated Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated I got indicted And these haters 'round here celebrated Show me a hole in the wall and a microphone We get 'em riled up, in here things get thrown Ornery, thats the way we roll Rock northern California, the same as home Now come on Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin' Pushin' and shovin' they love it When we get it crunk in this mothafucka (We keep it southern) Pull up in front and we bumpin' Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin' Tryin' to get into something (We keep it southern now) Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin' Pushin' and shovin' they love it When we get it crunk in this mothafucka (We keep it southern) Pull up in front and we bumpin' Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin' Tryin' to get into something (We keep it southern boy) Big booty white broads, who she in the H-2? Comin' through the drive thru Sittin' on them (ohh uhhoo's) Hippie starch, Timberlands with the matching jacket I got that automatic, hate to have to cap a faggot Blowin' big, I'm on the scene spendin' massive cabbage Catch me in traffic and transit 'Cause I be mashin' damn it Imagine your hustle, amplified by twenty times No time to sleep, it's a continuous grind An in the street grindin' Like a motherfuckin' pepper shaker Rollin' like a 18 wheeler (breaker, breaker) I eat fader faker, like Waltor Payton leave 'em shook Got the law tryna hit me with the book (Ha Ha) We roll up, like cigarillos, six figure fellows Bitches be like hello, haters be like hell no Southern girls keep it shakin' like some jello Get off in the mix And your subject will catch an elbow


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