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[Verse 1] I used to be quick and mean, but that all changed Thanks to the mickey d's and the sticky green Plus the nicotine but I still parlé I had a tongue that moved faster than the left car lane So when smacked by the glove I had to deliver Show vigeur and prove that I rap for the love Man I gotta hand it to me I could rap about nuthin' at all and get the the whole damn planet movin' Anything from chopped vegetables To cops friskin' you att rock festivals Embedded in flows tight like this Stick out like cowboys in sci-fi flicks The rhymes i spit always tasters choice ® Like sippin' Mai Tai drinks in a lazyboy I just sit there... [Chorus 1] To all the weedheads burnin' their last piece of hash All the hustlers workin' the backstreets for cash All the speakers that bump my shit Do it cause they know it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this [Verse 2] With Moes fingers on the bass and trebble We raise the levels and chase the devil Out of space you know the fire burn Had to call up Max get that iron shirt I rhyme with words so high that i fly to work Just hit the studio and write a werse Get in the booth flip it in overdrive Grab the mic and kick it like Cobra Kai Like Grover Wash did Mr.Magic man I gotta serve'em with an instant classic Sort of like soda pop when mixed with acid Sweet and pschadelic for the ignorant masses Man, there ain't no stoppin' me I blaze the broccoli laced with poppy seeds Breathe in,exhale on top of beats And make your whole repertoir sound obsolete... [Chorus 2] To all the gamblers that love to throw dice All the lowlife that still rock that old spice All the speakers that bump my shit Do it cause they know it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this [Verse 3] I dip in the stash box the stickiest hasch blocks Are from Afghanistan the sticks are from Bangkok I told you before, I c-c-c-can't stop This dawg gotta wiff of the sizzeling lamb chops And you don't wanna hear this hungry hound man Runnin' around you with a stomach growlin' Better keep it to the undergound and Check me out when I come to town [Chorus 1 & 2] To all the weedheads burnin' their last piece of hash All the hustlers workin' the backstreets for cash All the speakers that bump my shit Do it cause they know it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this To all the gamblers that love to throw dice All the lowlife that still rock that old spice All the speakers that bump my shit Do it cause they know it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this How do we do it in the south man?, just like this