to drink politicians, I'ma maintain pimpin' You can't change pimpin', from the stone-age to the space-age pimpin' From southern mackin' in Memphis To
the paper Cant let the paper make me La di da di da di da [verse one] Thug come up in a fresh white benz Baby mama talkin crazy cause I'm high again
at 'em, they with me stupid, now ma Blast at 'em, cats fire when I'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give 'em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high
high (Go go) David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die (Go go) Throw yo' sets up nigga, and raise em' real high (Go go) David Banner in this
like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest the north memphis highness You
* the version on Belly has an extra verse [Memphis] Yeah, check it Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck And I also tote guns in case my dram
's and Rugers with the rubber grip Got 'Tel two-way transmittin' on my hip Keep it real with them niggaz that be real with me Orange Mile forever reppin' Memphis
fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones Crush your bones when it's on, we ain't never scared Them Memphis
rules Boo and you gon' stay high May I, answer yo' third question like A.I. Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas
' with the sundown shinin' in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged
get in touch with my marie; She's the only one who'd phone me here from memphis, tennesee. Her house is on the south side, high up on a ridge Just about
the gate no time to spare Before you know you're in the air. 747 flies us high Much higher than we're meant to be You're six miles high but feelin'
up this morning with the sun out shining in I found my mind in a brown paper bag but then I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high I tore my mind
?m losing my mind Yeah, searchin? the raggly tags for what I?m 'bout to ask Lord, I be feelin? all alone and I?m goin? fast Another day in the high feelin
sea- water downward through the evening twilight in the days that are forgotten >from the land of sky blue waters and I said: hello operator E memphis
York girl And something about her kiss that takes you home But she was born in the south, Memphis, Tennessee She was rich in looks from a poor Memphis
Help me operator get in touch with my Marie She's the only one who'd called me here from Memphis Tennessee Her home is on the southside high up on a