Представляем точный текст композиции "Souths On My Mind" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crooked Lettaz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Souths On My Mind» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crooked Lettaz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crooked Lettaz - "Souths On My Mind"
Lyrics to Souths On My Mind : (yeah, yo they sleepin on Mississippi) (Jack-town, David Banner, Gamma Ray Productions boy) (Stew-pot stow-aways) [Chorus] Been a long time, the South stays on my mind Im a grown man and everything is fine [David Banner] Nobody gives a damn about my place of o-rigin Jacktown, rounds of empty shells left on the ground Still smokin Im hopin to give the kids something back Instead of wild-ass stories about sellin vials of crack Or bitches and cars, but my state left scars On my man hood, while yall be screamin that its all good When it aint never been, most kids move to Chicago And those that didnt were left hollow Wit low self-esteem but it seems that all my dreams got crushed But yall niggas kept it on the hush So why yall frontin on the South, come and get some Ask your scared-ass parents where you from, you crumb [Chorus x2] [Kamikaze] My God, these lyrics hot, youre gonna need sunblock My verbals cocked wit ammunition For you shiesty A&Rs who be dissin You missin, the Southern fried cookin, who you lookin at' Bustin lyrics from the soundproof straight to DAT In fact, Im sick of how you brothers react My demo says Mississippi but I aint speakin bout no gats But my raps, are laced wit homicidal tendencies A Menace like Dennis be, bustin rhymes from here to Tennesse [David Banner] Cops rang, my man he done bled to death And the ambulance done came and left Im by myself, with your traces And my yard you know its hard, mentally-scarred Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen the whole thing I cant seem to get my hands clean Done washed em twelve times in a row, twelve rhymes is spoke Twelve dimes but it doesnt ease the pain Suggestion, (ah, excuse me Mr. Crump can we ask you some questions) Dont ask me no questions [Chorus x2] [Kamikaze] Now shortly, it be that portly MC from the M-G-T North Jackson, Mississippi where them brainiacs be Aint no hustlers, no gangstas, no slangers an thugs The only test for your vest will be verbal slugs And mean mugs get shrugged out quick, it aint no fightin Just down home receitin, and some dope lyric writin Tighten your skills, before you cross the border into hell Its that mack, know your state where them stow-aways dwell [Chorus x4] [outro: shout outs and hollering for about 20 seconds] [David Banner] Check this out right here, this is David Banner Like to end this song by saying all praises is due to God God first, yaknowimsayin, music second Yo peace out to my little god-son Lil Ju Peace due to Earl B. Washington, Phinga Prints father [ Souths On My Mind Lyrics ]
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