Back In The Saddle

Youcanhazremix?

Yzzr; follow-up to the highly slept on (because almost nobody heard it) Southern Strolle from that post I just linked to.

Followed the same formula as before; legendary southern duo influenced, plus the deep voiced guy, yada, yada, blah, blah, and then some choppin & screwin for good measure.

It's a good sequel,

Better than Transformers 3 (most likely, haven't seen it),

P.S.- The bass nigga! The BASS!!!

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Exodust - Southern Strolle 2 {prod. by Cornelius No}

Pimp, bowlin down 285/

Wit somethin barely legal by my side/

Out here for a drive/

Sposed to politik wit some niggas out on the Eastside/

Police ride by, givin side-eyes/

Fry those chickens like they were Popeyes/

Quick to throw a flag up like you offsides/

Niggas wanna separate you from your white like apartheid/

Heard them niggas got the trap goin swine/

Don't they know that pigs everytime/

For every nigga doin crime/

There's twice as many on the inside doin time/

I let the seat back/

And keep somethin cool down by where the feet at/

Cause they can take my car/

But they can't never take my heart no I keep that, word to Three Stacks/

We speed where we want/

Southern strolle/

Peachtree and Piedmont/

Southern strolle/

Jim Beam and Smirnoff/

Southern Strolle/

We speed where we want/

Southern strolle/

It's the delinquent, goin straight off of instinct/

Goin off in an instant in my Inifiniti I'm da Vinci what's business/

The wheels spin round and round, blowin that loud by the pound I'm Bobby Brown/

So it's my perogative to get high a bit no apologies to who I'm ridin wit quiet down/

Thank God for this window tint, gotta nigga feelin innocent/

Lando Calrissian my car's the Millennium Falcon whenever I enter it/

To infinity and beyond, I'm going and I'm gone/

Blowin through A-Town's zones and flyin, not jus drivin, hyper-drivin/

Starship Enterprisin, beam me up Scotty these Kraftwerk synthesizers my dealers been supplyin's/

Got me hearin strings and violins off the rings of Saturn/

And I think I'm dyin, seein lights flashin and blindin, hearin high pitched choirs/

But that might just be the sirens luckily I'm ridin/

Mr. Clean hit scene skipped the Beam didn't get the green/

Only tobacco in this Swisher Sweet so be missin me while the pistons scream in this Infiniti/

So when you see me rollin know I've only got piece of mind/

Plus this stash box that I hope the police don't find, nigga read in between the lines pussy gave me a speeding fine/

We speed where we want/

Southern strolle/

Peachtree and Piedmont/

Southern strolle/

Jim Beam and Smirnoff/

Southern Strolle/

Scream "Rebel!" and peel off/

Southern strolle/

Guess who's back behind the wheel again, license reinstated/

The road got a nigga feelin reinvigorated/

Inebriated but can still blow under the legal limit/

While blowin over the speed limit/

Vrooooom, feelin it like Jay in '96/

Down in the A by where the highway splits, drivin wit/

O'Jays mix in the system, vodka and O.J. mix in my system/

Live high-speed chase, no O.J. Simpson/

Hittin highways/

Broad don't listen to Paul Wall but she still sittin sideways/

Car paint drippin, lookin mean/

Still tippin, still sippin on some lean/

Ride big wheels wit loud pipes/

Drive past hoes click heels all night/

D.U.I. until I mothafuckin die and I'm blown/

We speed where we want/

Southern strolle/

Peachtree and Piedmont/

Southern strolle/

Jim Beam and Smirnoff/

Southern Strolle/

Scream "Rebel!" and peel off/

Southern strolle/

We out here riding

Real southern players don't live broke