, one of the south parts Logic: And I was born in Bazara, southside of Iraq Lowkey: We used to play football outside in the park Logic: We used to
I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street from the parking lot My trigger
I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
can get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park
Guns Justify Homicide that burden is done I drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost it I'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss
] I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we trust But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park
screens gon glow These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick Everytime I come round the corner [Paul Wall] I'm from the land of opportunity
I got friends in low places Howlin South is 1 Packin gats and stackin 1's Gotta know when to walk away And know when to run [Chorus: Joe Slaughter] The Dirty South
[SPM] South Park from the heart jump start The game everybody in my hood selling Crack cocane [Hook] On my block everything goes (goes) Diamond rings
[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night
ova ya shoulda Shits getting colda Don't flip the strip and you might dip into a coma I the bomba Bomba I'ma let you know que onda Que onda In the South Park
bad guys, I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once
keep my shit flavoured. Be an originator, Mr. CrimeRhymeSayer, All you niggaz sound alike, who's the real creator? Cause I see a lot of fakers, lost dream