Bama Boyz Sweet Home Alabama Lyrics

Sweet Home

Yall know who run this here, baby....Yeah, put them "A's" up!!!
Where you from, boy?????

Sweet Home...Alabama
Keep chrome in the seat, homie watch yo mannerz
I...cook beef when I c___ the hammer
Home of the wood, weed, rocks and gamblers
And uh...aint nobody speakin' proper grammer down here
Its deep, but the sound is clear
We got freaks with the roundest rearz
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
U will NOT want to mess with that...then slide
Crimson Tide, rimz and ridez
I blow limbz on the porch till I'm crimson fried
Them lied when they said B.A.M.A. boyz wasn't comin
With the heat, so u better shake somethin'...break somethin'
CHORUS
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 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 a oldie quick...BIOTCH
Sittin in a Tonka Toy, slumped
Pimped out Willie Wonka, boi...funk
U ain't never got crunk before
Until u tear the club down with the country boyz
I pump noise in the club like two 18's
Too late, break the scene if you ain't clean
Go back and get yo ride painted
It's pride aint it?
334 to 205, so why taint it?
CHORUS
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'm a let ya know
Whey trained to collect dough...undetectable
Rest a__ured on that, keep her lip on wrap
And keep a SUPER tight grip on ya stack (You'll be ah-ight, tho)
Its where the skies are blue...and the, wood is green and its fire too
Prior to what u though we the size of you
With red dirt, red eyez, and ridaz too
Hell no, u can't stop what we bout to do
Wet 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....B.A.M.A.
CHORUS OUT