the snow Maybe Florida or Mexico Is where I oughta go South of the border Think I'm goin' south Get my life in order Think I'm goin' south For the winter
Tercüme: Beach Boys ve Fat Boys. 'Güney Goin.
my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at? South Beach
made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin
you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta And yo' boys
Now I want you to break it down DJ, turn it up some more Hey, dime piece girl turned to Internet hottie Little momma got that top model body South Beach preach goin
Boys talkin' down only gettin' lost in the shuffle It's Paul Wall from the lone star state Swishahouse through the door puttin' food on my plate Boys tryin' hate 'cause they broke and lonely Boys
playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down
Oh, I got the intro along with the cash flow Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos Yeah, I'm hard, I get sexy like Veronica A sexin' instrument like
