Side! yeah Mack all my people that stayed down, one love Those who (Ha Ha)
I I'm country like biscuits and gravy Balling just picture me You and me hit you so You be pushing them daises We gonna be Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades you hustling on the block We in the Everglades I run up in this liquor store Pick up a fifth of that We were on that herb When y'all it down and frown Way you had a CD the hottest thing in town used to call me JD out South slinging pound Had to hit it quit it, get in and get out Lay low you see some shit in the south Hate on me get hit in your whaa pow So mean I'll eat glass, wash it with gas Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass cash
I reckon we fully Reckon you oughta be Reckon we out of Thinking bout platinum and Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn now Reckon you bitches gonna You can't keep Haystak I we fully prepaired you oughta be scared Reckon we out of Thinking bout and gold Reckon we a long way, too far to turn back now you bitches gonna learn
I reckon I'm southern fried chicken I'll be here till I yo and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast My people(echo) country as collard Money dope fiends Go get that by any means Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac I up with cash villians right, sack dealin We be in the chillin (in the back, in the back) In the of the club In the of the limo Nothing but the day,the date on my I came hard on my I came hard on my I hard on my third Do you reckon I
I reckon we fully Reckon you be scared Reckon we out of Thinking bout platinum and Reckon we a long way, too far to turn back now Reckon you gonna learn You can't keep down I we fully prepaired Reckon you oughta be we out of control Thinking bout platinum and Reckon we came a long way, too far to back now Reckon you gonna learn
I reckon we slide like sports Doing 130 when they clock us on the Cops pull us over looking for seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold Why don't you gone write some with yo old ass I'm talking bad to up in the club You get out of line, my a fuck you up They told me won't dig it They told me haters ain't it I told that ain't whats on my Mind when I'm it If my people had got popped and never did they been took care of it Soon as got parole