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, uh-huh, one time, yessuh yessuh, now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise, slices of toasted bread on the nap-kin, straight up nuts with this country drawl, it ain't no reason lookin for it -- ain't no fuckin flaw, i didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw, see, i'm a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroom, in the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice, when i think twice, i love long summer nights, four records deep, and i still get stage fright, from small towns to the big city night lights, if you don't like what i say, fly away, fly away, if you don't like where i stay, fly away, ahhhhh, there's a ghetto in every city, politicians slangin slurs, high from the natural herb, ain't no runnin from niggaz, everywhere you go, drankin alcohol, ready to call earl, it's your world, black man, them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth, avoidin legal hassles goin unseen, like the hand that took, then documented it in his book, how these niggaz shook the world with the hook, now they back like jack in that red cadillac, now git, don't let the doorknob hit ya, where the good lord split ya, i'm hearin rumors too, that you so gone off that d and pcp, that thoughts, of lettin another man sample your wine haunts your mind, look like the color pink, rubbin elbows with the wrong folks, makin kin breach they skin, secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge, dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh, how's about burned at the stake, like the rest of those sodomites, even though you had beautiful kids and a wife, he still bent both ways, ain't no due process, for boys that become guls or verse vica, field niggaz control this, pin the hollow point tip, on this gay rights activists, a ghetto game we all familiar wit, now how many licks, did it take, to get you wet, you ends today, fly away, yeah, well, i'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south, some of you niggaz still think we soft, and i swore, i wouldn't never write no rhyme like this, but now you're startin to piss me off, ha ha hah, oh yesh y'all, sugah he got that silky southern drawl, every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' all, i'm 'eal strong, and we don't want no bad blood, but it is some, it is some, nigga think he gotta, better mind frame then me, nigga really think he got mo' game then me?, gon' make me sick, they gon think you slick, but fuck around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha hah, cause i'll prove your ass wrong bout me, we so deep and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep, and, uh, we dont' like to kill, but we will, oh lord this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit, when we on your side of town, we don't ask why, we abide by the rules that y'all live by, and see, you're welcome to come, you're welcome to stay, but any disrespect, we will make yo' ass fly away,
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Artist: goodie mob