paroles de chanson Southern Fried - Killer Mike
Welcome
to
this
country
fried
bonafide
And
my
flow
is
sweet
as
a
potato
pie
Never
been
a
sour
apple,
I'm
a
now-or-later
guy
I'mma
tell
her
something
sweet
and
she
gon'
lick
me
later,
guy
Hello
to
my
hater
guy,
how
you
doing
sir
I
know
you
got
mean
words
But
keep
them
to
yourself
unless
those
murders
will
occur
'Cause
I'm
from
killa
kill
Adamsville
right
next
door
Bowen
Homes
and
Dixie
Hills,
Allen
Temple
Wildwood
and
Plainville
These
motherfuckers
murder
here
in
plain
sight
Everyday
broad
daylight,
they
ain't
right
Shit's
loco
out
in
Zone
4
Since
the
'80s
it's
been
that
way
though
My
nigga
uncle
died
shooting
back
at
the
po-po
He
went
out
but
he
ain't
go
slow
though
Even
hit
the
cop
back
with
the
4-4
though
Got
buried
in
the
Rolex,
Jordans
and
a
Polo
Nigga
died
pretty
as
a
pimp
in
a
photo
Woah-Woah--
Yeen
heard
fat
boy
He
ain't
say
that
boy,
don't
even
try
to
act,
boy
That
fat
black
motherfucker
got
a
way
with
the
words
I
tell
you,
he
can
rap,
boy
Respect
my
words
like
a
rabbi
I'm
a
porterhouse,
you
a
motherfucking
ribeye
Hate
on
me
to
your
girlfriend,
she
gonna
look
you
dead
eye
Tell
you
"So?
Motherfucker
he
still
fly."
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
slick
'bout
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
sleep
my
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
(Ain't
I?)
So
fresh,
so
clean,
rolling
down
the
street
so
slow,
so
sweet
Like
a
cup
of
codeine.
Smoking
on
that
Irene
With
a
sweet
country
girl
named
Irene
I
lean,
Feeling
irie,
I
be
Strapped
to
the
motherfucking
T
so
please
don't
try
me
My
Chevrolet
lay
butt
naked
on
the
asphault
slow
flashing
her
high
beams
And
I'm
still
in
the
company
of
Irene
and
we
been
joined
by
Maxine
We
maxing,
relaxing,
chilling,
double-stacking
And
me
being
the
West
Side
player
that
I
be
I'm
trying
to
see
what's
happening
And
what's
happening?
But
not
menage,
in
my
garage
With
these
two
young
ladies,
is
the
reason
I
I-dee-daz
That's
"All
Day
I
Dream
About"
That
sexing
You
texting,
hoping
that
they
call
you
I
just
barbecue
and
call
'em
up
and
say
"Hey
fall
through"
You
know
it's
shrimp
and
lobster
tails
And
they
into
a
room
with
lots
of
players
My
partners
young
black
millionaires,
and
they
all
about
some
money
Yeah
youngin'
it's
a
double
entendre,
you
ain't
gotta
wonder
when
you
ask
for
Wanda
"What
you
been
doing?"
"Hanging
out
with
Shawnna."
Yeah,
you
nuttin'
honey
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
slick
'bout
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
sleep
my
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
(Ain't
I?)
Moet?
Rolex.
Big
Benz,
no
flex
Wedding
ring
on
finger,
I
married
a
Trina
Pretty
as
a
singer,
fine
as
a
stripper
When
we
in
the
strip
club
strippers
try
to
tip
her
I
don't
want
no
dance,
ho,
get
up
off
my
zipper
You
ain't
try
to
rip
me
if
you
ain't
try
to
rip
her
We
like
Bun
and
Pimp
bitch,
see
we
is
a
duo
This
that
Ball
and
G
shit,
we
don't
need
no
new
ho
See
I've
got
a
suave
mouth
which
purchases
my
suave
house
This
that
2Live
Crew
Shit,
I
rap
a
lot
about
new
shit
This
that
country
rap
tune
southern
fried
funky
shit
I
am
the
antithesis
or
opposite
of
monkey
shit
And
that's
some
education
for
ya'll
thinking
we
unlearned
'Cause
I
often
play
that
Gucci
crew
and
walk
around
with
perms
And
we
bought
them
'95
Impalas
paint
them
bitches
orange
We
gang-stars
like
Preem
and
Guru
'cause
respect
was
hard
to
earn
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
slick
'bout
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
sleep
my
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
fresh,
ain't
I
clean?
Ain't
I
riding
through
the
city
in
the
meanest
machine?
(Ain't
I?)
Ain't
I
one-hundred
player
for
sure
Ain't
I
slick
'bout
pimp
game
and
just
might
mack
on
your
ho
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