Bring Your Sweet Stuff Home To Me(Album Version)

歌詞

(Verse 1: B.A.M.A.) Y'all know who run this here baby, Yeah, put them A's up! Where you from boy? Sweet home Alabama, leep chrome in the seat homie watch yo manners I...cook beef when I cock the hammer Home of the wood, weed, rocks and gamblers And uh... ain't nobody speakin' proper grammar down here It's deep but the sound is clear We got freaks with the roundest rears And the beats so sweet like a Swisher, got me clownin' here...holla Dear dollar come and bless my stack Come follow where the best is at We live hotter than the spot where ya pop got arrested at You will not want to mess with that...then slide Crimson Tide, rims and ridaz I blow limbs on the porch till I'm crimson fried Then lied when they said BAMA boys wasn't comin' With the heat, so you better shake somethin' break somethin' (Chorus:) Sweet Home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord I'm comin' home to you (Verse 2: B.A.M.A.) My state got weight on a thousand blocks Interstate 65, get around them cops Not about to stop, got a house to cop Clubs full of thick chicks with no bouse and tops Man the south...is hot like a bowl of grits We ain't broke, big-shot what you supposed to fix So sick, throw rims on an old V-6 And drop big block hemis in an oldie quick...BIATCH Sittin' in a tonka toy, slumped Pimped out Willie Wonka, boy funk You ain't never got crunk bfore Until u tear the club down with the country boyz I pump noise in the club like 2 18's Too late, break the scene if you ain't clean Go back and get yo ride painted It's pride ain't it 334 to 205, so why taint it (Chorus) (Verse 3: B.A.M.A.) Bama chicks stay fly from head to toe Energized on so much jive, you'll neva know Lean out the ride, let it go...bet it fa sho That everything from their eyes to their necks will roll Correct bro..so I'ma let you know Way trained to collect dough...undetectable Rest assured on that, keep her lip on wrap And keep a super tight grip on ya stack (you'll be aight though) It's where the skies are blue...and the, wood is green and it's fire too Prior to what you thought we the size of you We like a rain drop on a mountain dew Bounce to what I spit and I'm bouncin' too I rep "A" to the grave, cause I'm down for you...BAMA (Chorus: to end)