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Some South Shit Lyrics

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Ruff Ryders : Some South Shit Lyrics

Songwriters: Anderson, R; Jackson, J; Anniston, James; Fein; Bridges, Christopher B; Dean, Kasseem; Jones, R;

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Hell yeah
A-town, Luda
Ahh, whoo

She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme
And if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine
I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time
And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin' my mind

I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course
'Cause it's all in the game like EA Sports
From scams and money grams, there's unions that wanna wire me
You think you know but really don't, put it in your diary

I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin' in three spurts
I do like Spielberg and see that yo' DreamWorks
My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
My gat'll, Poke-a-Man, it's the Pikachu

Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet
And they don't wanna get on top, 'cause they scared of heights
So if you Wonderwoman bitch I'm the Wondermack pro
So shut up and gimme that thundercat

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved
I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call
I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all
Tellin' me she humpin' harder than y'all

Got got, three niggaz just diggin' these balls
And all three really won't see y'all
Outside, in the burgundy bird
Ruff rydin' puffin' the herb, discussin' the curb

She said she from B.K.
And I did it my way, all day like B.K., no more need say
So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin' some cash
Then bouncin' up on some ass

Better yet, think I'm on some expendable hash
You really wanna fall in ya glass
She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich
Double-R then stole ya bitch

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

I say you better move now for a week in Montana
Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado
This chick yesterday said she's leavin' tomorrow
I'm tryin' to fuck her mouth tonight 'cause she's leavin' tomorrow

The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home
Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home
Man, I was on some shit like kiss, is we fuckin' or what?
If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck

We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off
You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth
I'm a violent, boy, whylin' boy
Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes