[Intro] From the south [Chorus] From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) [Verse] Starkville, bitches Rebel flag on the plate, old English on the digits Wood grain wheel, white paint on the chassis King of the city, Pimp C to Tallahassee Me and twenty Hattiesburg, that's an understatement What you doin' here? Not the game for the faint of Heart, bodyguard, four-five in my drawers Money on the floor, pocket full of catalogues Makin' hits and I barely even tried How you livin' in Mississippi? Well, bitch, I survive People tend to disappear if they don't play their role Holler at the Colonel, got some soldiers in the hole You ain't from the Delta if you ain't got a mule People come to visit, fall in love, and never move Know that Southern hospitality, oh, so smooth I might show you something, if you play it cool Real G's, real thugs, real players, real pimps Real, for real, we got the black cards and the blimps Flyin' in, I got the southern drawl on my lips In my chariot, that Henny fifth don't slip [Chorus] From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) [Verse 2] Starkville, bitches Rebel flag on the plate, old English on the digits Wood grain wheel, white paint on the chassis King of the city, Pimp C to Tallahassee Me and twenty Hattiesburg, that's an understatement What you doin' here? Not the game for the faint of Heart, bodyguard, four-five in my drawers Money on the floor, pocket full of catalogues Makin' hits and I barely even tried How you livin' in Mississippi? Well, bitch, I survive People tend to disappear if they don't play their role Holler at the Colonel, got some soldiers in the hole You ain't from the Delta if you ain't got a mule People come to visit, fall in love, and never move Know that Southern hospitality, oh, so smooth I might show you something, if you play it cool Real G's, real thugs, real players, real pimps Real, for real, we got the black cards and the blimps Flyin' in, I got the southern drawl on my lips In my chariot, that Henny fifth don't slip [Chorus] From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south) From the south, I open up my mouth, you hear it, boy Ballin' out in Mississippi, I be livin' (From the south)
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