those nights one of those nights again Think it's gonna be one of those nights smoked out with my friends Think it's gonna be one of those nights one
Vertaling: Suid-Park Meksikaanse. Een van daardie nagte (feat. Ayana, Uchie).
And much room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car I'm from the south you better watch your mouth,
Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can't be touched I'll negotiate the matter, in gats he trust In the club one night,
motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin' those
that made me tip When I wrote a pitch, how many leech it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill, poor pitch man Now Borne jungle nils one more game, hit
playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down
, yeah Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush Yep, I'm down the bus like no one like what Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down Park
nigga, my nigga My Nigga SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE SOUTH PARK'S IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN HOUSE YA'LL(*gunshots*) SOUTH PARK
in ride mode It's Cuervo and hydro Watch the man apply those Skills that let me highroll Down low Deep inside the south is where I'm from Number one
Chorus: Time is money Time obviously isn't on your side Time is money Bridge one: (lawyer) Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night
they ain't hangin' out To Toby dog, to Louie dog, to Matt dog James Brown, the BSM, to Miles Davis, the Canda all night rocker To south side part and
they ain't hangin' out To Toby dog, to Louie dog, to Matt dog James Brown, The BSM, to Miles Davis The Canda all night rocker To south side part, and
you Every single one of you Shadow be the man with the plan That'll shadder you Flatter you, with my style Let me show you how We do it down south Yeah
gone bad, the bees flew South The honey's all gone and the birds talking 'bout They ain't hanging out 'cause they gotta go to work One just had a daughter, one
with the radio Kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of the cheap little seaside bars, and I saw her parked with her lover boy out
