paroles de chanson CAROLINA - Remastered - Jamie Slacks feat. Park

Us southern boys on the way
That Carolina on the way
Young Parker man on the way
Young Slacker man on the way

Us Southern boys get nasty, don't you know it when it happens
Muddy trucks and dusty ashes, we them sleazy Beast Coast bastards
Busty broads with flags, it's the white American drag
And it's a drag, I tell you that, off a Pall Mall not a zag
Push a bag, don't lose your set
Like we run back just to walk four steps
Like we in class to get a reputation, bitch, I came for information
Ain't no time for explanations, y'all been trying all my patience
Faking shit like this the matrix
This your life, no interchanging
So I squad up, and some uglies call it ganging
But we banging in your trunk
We out living, feeling sanguine
Ain't no need to give a fuck
We froze up like a penguin
Slow and lazy with the blunt
Keep it blunt while I rub my neck
Shit is taxing on my check
Do we need peace or need pieces?
Fuck asking, go and check
In that Cackalacke where shit's crackalacking
There has to be more to this than packing
Heat on me like I'm a demon, homie
I ain't scared, because it ain't no reason, homie
You tweaking, homie

I do it just to feel it, y'all do this for a billy
Bitch, I've been the G.O.A.T. so I don't need it really

I am what the future holds
Breaking out my futile mold
I doo-wop to a new vibe
I don't suffer getting old

Jukebox flows, matchbox twenty
Seen how far we come for the mother fucking money
At the Carolina shores and my pockets hella sunny
Future's looking bright I'm planning every moment coming
Off to Atlanta for a while but I'm back now
You can find me in the back smoking pack now
Park plus Slacks that's the cats new meow
Beat the pussy up like my name Pacquiao
I might be addicted to nikki and the drink
What you think? Momma told me that I'm headed towards the brink
I don't believe it but it's anybody's guess
Bitches steady loving on me, real rough sex
Spilled all the liquor, shit is a mess
Blouse soaked through, tattoo with the crest
Bedroom eyes, can we take it to the back?
C'mon, baby girl, get it off your chest

Get it off your chest, we all need that rest
I been smoking sesh to keep the sessions blessed
You ain't up on things? We gonna be the best
Take your SAT's before it's me you test
Honestly I can't even believe this shit
I'm 23 yet I won't leave this bitch
Like I need this bitch, and you the reason bitch?
Kept me on my knees for years with it
That gushy-gushy, that goodie-goodie
That tootsie pop under your legs is gooey
How many licks it take if it's not about three?
Butter up her southern hospitality
She needs the funds, gats and pageantry
Colonel Custer with the cavalry
I brush it under the rug haphazardly
Ain't none of these white boys as bad as me

I do it just to feel it, y'all do this for a billy
Bitch, I've been the G.O.A.T. so I don't need it really

I am what the future holds
Breaking out my futile mold
I doo-wop to a new vibe
I don't suffer getting old