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Southern
(I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez)

1
Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your
Sure as you ain't even cause they lettin you slide
I'm gonna let you what's within Ives
Why don't you listen if you I ain't bablin high
Of course I show nuff cause people on me
worn Adidas on the same stage as D.M.C
I nugs flown magic rugs hung with thugs
Show love if here's dove you dreamed of
Add 1 plus 2 somos fillin the place
a cold style funky to death use a space
Only skin won't be tatted will be my face
And I'll be ridin my to the death at own pace
Good luck long life blessed walk in the light
Absorbin tonight me know me won't lose fight
So kick bad thoughts fuera en fuego
for your cara funky like de-e-oh...

2X
When we step into the place y'all know happening
Ain't nobody trippin on the Accent
Hour and a quarter we the mic
South of the like is that alright?

2
Now I've been all the world Japan to Amsterdam
Argentina Chile Brazil and still
I stay value every dollar made
I'm emergin the depths of the realm where I've stayed
Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te me conocen
El Delinquente que no repite casa
Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que toda la historia en su gloria
Tres chosen tres hostin tres scorchin
With some SL 12's in
The one bandit with the lyrical air raids
Bombas can you maintain?
Smoked pits no glamour no glitz
Got the funky Latin over funky Latin hits
I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit
Yes y'all stand and losen bricks on the wall

3
I wanna little sontin to light
It's a nite tonight for y'all avoid fight
Please take what I'm sayin in and feel right
Chinky eyed and givin em feelin a new sight
Now that eyes ain't I'm gon help find
A way to put mind in time to feel mine
I hit the stage sportin sneakers chelas and
Cual que quiera D.H. does it bette for chedder forever
in the front chonies wetter and wetter
Tranquilo my time on every word to the letter
That little lush kinda blush that I bust
And later on she wantin papi for the way I thrust
So go ahead and dawn
Hit you the good karma
Breaka breaka mr. police me no want
want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks
Keep me with them wrist chains and cell clanks