Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah
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Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love
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Those who didn't (Ha Ha)
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[Verse 1]
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I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy
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Balling just picture me baby
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You and me hit you so crazy
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You gonna be pushing them daises
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We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
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While you hustling on the block
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We fishing in the Everglades
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Reckon I run up in this liquor store
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Pick up a fifth of that Crown
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We were puffing on that herb
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When y'all break it down and frown
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Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town
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They used to call me JD out South slinging pound
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Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out
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Lay low when you see some shit in the south
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Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow
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So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas
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Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash
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[Chrous]
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I reckon we fully prepaired
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Reckon you oughta be scared
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Reckon we out of control
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Thinking bout platinum and gold
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Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
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Reckon you bitches gonna learn
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You can't keep Haystak down
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I reckon we fully prepaired
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Reckon you oughta be scared
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Reckon we out of control
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Thinking bout platinum and gold
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Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now
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Reckon you bitches gonna learn
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[Verse 2]
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I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken
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I'll be here till I leave yo
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Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
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My people(echo) country as collard greens
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Money hungry dope fiends
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Go get that cheese by any means
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Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon
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Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
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I came up with cash villians
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Riding right, sack dealin
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We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back)
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In the back of the club
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In the back of the limo
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Nothing changed but the day,the date on my
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Presidential
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I came hard on my first
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I came hard on my second
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I come hard on my third
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Do you reckon? I reckon
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[Chrous]
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[Verse 3]
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I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars
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Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx)
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Cops pull us over looking for rocks
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Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks
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You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash
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Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass
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I'm talking bad to security up in the club
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You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up
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They told me cowards won't dig it
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They told me haters ain't liking it
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I told them that ain't whats on my
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Mind when I'm writing it
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If my people had got popped and never did fold
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Knowing they been took care of it
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Soon as they got parole(echo)
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[Chrous]
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[DJ scratches then cold end]
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Reckon
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Haystak |