Sweet home alabama

Sweet Home 

Yall know who run this here, baby….Yeah, put them “A’s” up!!! 
Where you from, boy????? 

Sweet Home…Alabama 
Keep chrome in the seat, homie watch yo mannerz 
I…cook beef when I [bad word] the hammer 
Home of the wood, weed, rocks and gamblers 
And uh…aint nobody speakin’ proper grammer down here 
Its deep, but the sound is clear 
We got freaks with the roundest rearz 
And the beats so sweet like a Swisher, got me clownin’ here…HOLLA 
Dear dollar come and bless my stack 
Come follow where the best is at 
We live hotter than the spot where ya pop got arrested at 
U will NOT want to mess with that…then slide 
Crimson Tide, rimz and ridez 
I blow limbz on the porch till I’m crimson fried 
Them lied when they said B.A.M.A. boyz wasn’t comin 
With the heat, so u better shake somethin’…break somethin’ 
CHORUS 
My state got weight on a thousand blocks 
Interstate 65, get around them cops 
Not about to stop, got a house to cop 
Clubs full of thick chicks with no bouse and tops 
Man the…South is hot like bowl of grits 
We ain’t broke, big-shot…what you supposed to fix? 
So sick, throw rims on an old V-6 
And drop big-block Hemis in a oldie quick…BIOTCH 
Sittin in a Tonka Toy, slumped 
Pimped out Willie Wonka, boi…funk 
U ain’t never got crunk before 
Until u tear the club down with the country boyz 
I pump noise in the club like two 18’s 
Too late, break the scene if you ain’t clean 
Go back and get yo ride painted 
It’s pride aint it? 
334 to 205, so why taint it? 
CHORUS 
Bama chicks stay fly from head to toe 
Energized on so much jive, you’ll neva know 
Lean out the ride, let it go…bet it fa’ sho 
That everything from their eyes to their necks will roll 
Correct bro…so I’m a let ya know 
Whey trained to collect dough…undetectable 
Rest assured on that, keep her lip on wrap 
And keep a SUPER tight grip on ya stack (You’ll be ah-ight, tho) 
Its where the skies are blue…and the, wood is green and its fire too 
Prior to what u though we the size of you 
With red dirt, red eyez, and ridaz too 
Hell no, u can’t stop what we bout to do 
Wet like a rain drop on a mountain dew 
Bounce to what I spit and I’m bouncin’ too 
I rep “A” to the grave, cause I’m down for YOU….B.A.M.A. 
CHORUS OUT