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We the South (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Alabama Nick
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: Nick Thomas




Alabama Nick - We the South (Freestyle) Lyrics




We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We here and we comin' for that

I'm alive very well my nigga
I'm happy for that
My credentials residentials
Man I'm so happy for that
But it's a lotta hatin goin on
Under breath they be monotone
Yeah I picked up on that
I picked up on it
They don't wanna see you at the top
They can't really can't wait for you to stop
They wanna be where you at
You know where I beat man
I be chillin at the 4 seasons
Probably some where in the Parisians
Sippin on something to relax
I do be relaxin
I don't need no features
I don't need no heavy promotion
The streets got me on lock
They done put ya boy in motion
This is lyrical exercise like Hov said
I spit flames
Now all my ops is dead
They dead
They be throwing off heavy shots
They really be doin that shit a lot
But I be workin it off the clock
That's how I be keepin this shit on lock
They don't be knowin that we the south
They underestimate all the clout
My nigga we can't be stopped
No sir
I'm only gone tell you this one time
You gonna respect my whole bloodline
Got real hittas doin real time
Got hot spittas spittin hot lines
He ain't lyin
That man ain't lyin

We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We here and we comin for that

Let's get back to it
That's the only way that I pursue it
It's only one way to do it
That's the right way
Give a damn what he say
Give a damn what she say
Give a damn what they say
Let em hate let em naysay
Let em sleep let em parlay
Imma bring to em all day
Smoke Big Bob Marlay
Cook good Bobby Flay
Bad bitch like Kay Slay
Drama King you gone lay
Kiss the ring I'm royaltay bitch
We the southern kings
We ain't worryin bout a damn thing
We stand tall like Yao Ming
We keep flyin we got wings
We shottas we got tings
We hotta than crack pipes on dope fiends
Damn
My cups be double stacked up
Pockets full they be racked up
Pop the trunk on ya one time
You don't wanna act up
Cocked that shit one time
Made that boy back up
Had to call up my slimes
Gone pick my slack up
Sneak dissin in yo rhymes
That'll getcha ass smacked up
And if you come for mine
You gone get click clacked up
That's a fact that I can back up
Had to pull the AK out
Cause I had to put the Mac up
Now back up now back Up

We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We here and we comin for that
Yeah we comin for that
You lil bitch We gone
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We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We here and we comin' for that

I'm alive very well my nigga
I'm happy for that
My credentials residentials
Man I'm so happy for that
But it's a lotta hatin goin on
Under breath they be monotone
Yeah I picked up on that
I picked up on it
They don't wanna see you at the top
They can't really can't wait for you to stop
They wanna be where you at
You know where I beat man
I be chillin at the 4 seasons
Probably some where in the Parisians
Sippin on something to relax
I do be relaxin
I don't need no features
I don't need no heavy promotion
The streets got me on lock
They done put ya boy in motion
This is lyrical exercise like Hov said
I spit flames
Now all my ops is dead
They dead
They be throwing off heavy shots
They really be doin that shit a lot
But I be workin it off the clock
That's how I be keepin this shit on lock
They don't be knowin that we the south
They underestimate all the clout
My nigga we can't be stopped
No sir
I'm only gone tell you this one time
You gonna respect my whole bloodline
Got real hittas doin real time
Got hot spittas spittin hot lines
He ain't lyin
That man ain't lyin

We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We here and we comin for that

Let's get back to it
That's the only way that I pursue it
It's only one way to do it
That's the right way
Give a damn what he say
Give a damn what she say
Give a damn what they say
Let em hate let em naysay
Let em sleep let em parlay
Imma bring to em all day
Smoke Big Bob Marlay
Cook good Bobby Flay
Bad bitch like Kay Slay
Drama King you gone lay
Kiss the ring I'm royaltay bitch
We the southern kings
We ain't worryin bout a damn thing
We stand tall like Yao Ming
We keep flyin we got wings
We shottas we got tings
We hotta than crack pipes on dope fiends
Damn
My cups be double stacked up
Pockets full they be racked up
Pop the trunk on ya one time
You don't wanna act up
Cocked that shit one time
Made that boy back up
Had to call up my slimes
Gone pick my slack up
Sneak dissin in yo rhymes
That'll getcha ass smacked up
And if you come for mine
You gone get click clacked up
That's a fact that I can back up
Had to pull the AK out
Cause I had to put the Mac up
Now back up now back Up

We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We the south
We here and we comin for that
Yeah we comin for that
You lil bitch We gone
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Writer: Nick Thomas
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