CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Free The South
It's the Music For The Free
Free, free, free, free
From the jump
Tell 'em I'm a third coast Southern boy
Fried chicken, collard greens
Mac and cheese, mothers boy
Lot of y'all wanna ride the wave like a hoverboard
But never pay the homage
Someone tell me where the hunt is
I'm the diplomat like Santana
Manhandle many men with bad manners
Bad mamajama with me in the room
Where they wave shots like panned cameras
Got my lil [?] hanging on the corner
Tryna make some change so it pan handle [?]
And the Little Rock, tryna move pebbles till Bam Bam me
chilling with a couple vandals
Got saved from a couple scandals
We in debt wyler than TJ
Gotta watch out for a couple Randals
Still ain't took a recess
Still ain't miss the beat yet
Prolly feeling way out of line
Before a shooter, that's a heat check
I'm the best, [?]
What's a wolf when you eat the carnivores?
Every single letter I expel
I beat the Reaper, [?]
Heaters, street sweeping, cleaning on the porch
Tweaking, leaching, beasting
Eating season, leave the demons thinking
Jesus, he's the connoisseur
Ah
Man it's looking like I got a head start, ah
I tell 'em every bar's on Kevlar, ah
They say I'm big headed like I'm Mandark
In the stands yeah, I be chilling where my fans are
Had to slow it down
It's a south thing homie
Tipping through the old clips
Still got my chains on me
They gon' think I'm big talk
Cause there's not a stain on me
When you hear this in your speakers
Blow it out the frame homie
Avatar in my element
Came here so I can represent
New South got me hashing out
These black and milds some Confederates
Told y'all I'm a delegate
I ain't sensitive, you delicate
Big flames, I'm hella lit
But heaven sent for the hell of it
Ela-ela-ela-ela-elagant
No lawsuit, they settling
That's cool, just settle in
I'ma take the wheel, push the pedal in
Pedalling, pedalling, medicine
To the dope boys, I'm the reverend
They know truth when they hear it dog
God coming back, let's get involved
Pa** the vision, hit 'em with the flashback
Master Splinter, hit 'em with the lab rat
Masochism, hit 'em from the black strap
Grab the venom, fit 'em with a black mask
Yeah I been triller, Ben Stiller with the heavyweight
If we weren't G [Warren G], I guess it's time to regulate
I mean c'mon, I'm with the Jones
I'm with the [?], pop the trunk
I act the dunk, it's in my palms
Just relax, it's in the bag
I cut the jazz, I'm built to last
I really spazz, I really spazz yeah
MFTF talk dog
That's all, that's all I know
Look tell 'em
You can ask around and they know what we about
It's the Music For The Free, so I had to free the South
If you ain't from round here, better keep it out your mouth
This the Music For The Free, so I had to free the South
Free, free, free, free
From the jump
Tell 'em I'm a third coast Southern boy
Fried chicken, collard greens
Mac and cheese, mothers boy
Lot of y'all wanna ride the wave like a hoverboard
But never pay the homage
Someone tell me where the hunt is
I'm the diplomat like Santana
Manhandle many men with bad manners
Bad mamajama with me in the room
Where they wave shots like panned cameras
Got my lil [?] hanging on the corner
Tryna make some change so it pan handle [?]
And the Little Rock, tryna move pebbles till Bam Bam me
chilling with a couple vandals
Got saved from a couple scandals
We in debt wyler than TJ
Gotta watch out for a couple Randals
Still ain't took a recess
Still ain't miss the beat yet
Prolly feeling way out of line
Before a shooter, that's a heat check
I'm the best, [?]
What's a wolf when you eat the carnivores?
Every single letter I expel
I beat the Reaper, [?]
Heaters, street sweeping, cleaning on the porch
Tweaking, leaching, beasting
Eating season, leave the demons thinking
Jesus, he's the connoisseur
Ah
Man it's looking like I got a head start, ah
I tell 'em every bar's on Kevlar, ah
They say I'm big headed like I'm Mandark
In the stands yeah, I be chilling where my fans are
Had to slow it down
It's a south thing homie
Tipping through the old clips
Still got my chains on me
They gon' think I'm big talk
Cause there's not a stain on me
When you hear this in your speakers
Blow it out the frame homie
Avatar in my element
Came here so I can represent
New South got me hashing out
These black and milds some Confederates
Told y'all I'm a delegate
I ain't sensitive, you delicate
Big flames, I'm hella lit
But heaven sent for the hell of it
Ela-ela-ela-ela-elagant
No lawsuit, they settling
That's cool, just settle in
I'ma take the wheel, push the pedal in
Pedalling, pedalling, medicine
To the dope boys, I'm the reverend
They know truth when they hear it dog
God coming back, let's get involved
Pa** the vision, hit 'em with the flashback
Master Splinter, hit 'em with the lab rat
Masochism, hit 'em from the black strap
Grab the venom, fit 'em with a black mask
Yeah I been triller, Ben Stiller with the heavyweight
If we weren't G [Warren G], I guess it's time to regulate
I mean c'mon, I'm with the Jones
I'm with the [?], pop the trunk
I act the dunk, it's in my palms
Just relax, it's in the bag
I cut the jazz, I'm built to last
I really spazz, I really spazz yeah
MFTF talk dog
That's all, that's all I know
Look tell 'em
You can ask around and they know what we about
It's the Music For The Free, so I had to free the South
If you ain't from round here, better keep it out your mouth
This the Music For The Free, so I had to free the South
