Southern Accent Lyrics
| Song | Southern Accent |
| Artist | Delinquent Habits |
| Album | Merry Go Round |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Martin, Martinez, Thomas | |
| Southern Accent(I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez) | |
| Verse 1Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your ride | |
| Sure as you ain't even tripin cause they lettin you slide | |
| I'm gonna let you feel what's within | |
| IvesWhy don't you listen if you trippin | |
| I ain't bablin high | |
| Of course | |
| I show nuff cause people count on me | |
| I've worn | |
| Adidas on the same stage as | |
| D.M.CI smoke nugs flown magic rugs hung with thugs | |
| Show love if this here's dove you dreamed of | |
| Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the place | |
| With a cold style funky to death use a space | |
| Only skin that won't be tatted will be my face | |
| And I'll be ridin my life to the death at own pace | |
| Good luck long life blessed senses walk in the light | |
| Absorbin positive tonight me know me won't lose fight | |
| So kick bad thoughts fuera fiestas en fuego | |
| Rolas for your cara funky like de-e-oh... | |
| Chorus 2XWhen we step into the place y'all know what's happening | |
| Ain't nobody trippin on the | |
| Southern Accent | |
| Hour and a quarter we rock the mic | |
| South of the border like is that alright? | |
| Verse 2Now | |
| I've been all around the world | |
| Japan to Amsterdam | |
| Argentina | |
| Uruguay Chile | |
| Brazil and still | |
| I stay paid value every dollar made | |
| I'm emergin from the depths of the realm where | |
| I've stayed | |
| Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te dije me conocen | |
| El Delinquente que no repite tumbo casa | |
| Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria | |
| Tres chosen tres hostin tres scorchin mic's | |
| With some | |
| SL 12's in abundance | |
| The one armed bandit with the lyrical air raids | |
| Bombas rolas can you maintain? | |
| Smoked filled pits no glamour no glitz | |
| Got the funky | |
| Latin grammar over funky | |
| Latin hits | |
| Everytime | |
| I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit | |
| Yes y'all stand tall and losen bricks on the wall | |
| ChorusVerse 3 | |
| I just wanna little sontin to light | |
| It's a good nite tonight for y'all avoid fight | |
| Please take what | |
| I'm sayin in tight and feel right | |
| Chinky eyed and high givin em feelin a new sight | |
| Now that eyes ain't blind | |
| I'm gon help find | |
| A way to put y'all mind in time to feel mine | |
| I hit the stage sportin sneakers chelas and guayaberas | |
| Cual quiera que quiera | |
| D.H. does it bette for chedder forever | |
| Gueras in the front chonies wetter and wetter | |
| Tranquilo take my time on every word to the letter | |
| That little lush kinda blush everytime that | |
| I bustAnd later on she wantin papi for the way that | |
| I thrustSo go ahead and dawn armor | |
| Hit you with the good karma | |
| Breaka breaka mr. police me no want drama | |
| Don't want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks | |
| Keep away me with them wrist chains and cell clanks | |
| Chours |
| zuo qu : Martin, Martinez, Thomas | |
| Southern Accent I. Martin D. Thomas A. Martinez | |
| Verse 1Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your ride | |
| Sure as you ain' t even tripin cause they lettin you slide | |
| I' m gonna let you feel what' s within | |
| IvesWhy don' t you listen if you trippin | |
| I ain' t bablin high | |
| Of course | |
| I show nuff cause people count on me | |
| I' ve worn | |
| Adidas on the same stage as | |
| D. M. CI smoke nugs flown magic rugs hung with thugs | |
| Show love if this here' s dove you dreamed of | |
| Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the place | |
| With a cold style funky to death use a space | |
| Only skin that won' t be tatted will be my face | |
| And I' ll be ridin my life to the death at own pace | |
| Good luck long life blessed senses walk in the light | |
| Absorbin positive tonight me know me won' t lose fight | |
| So kick bad thoughts fuera fiestas en fuego | |
| Rolas for your cara funky like deeoh... | |
| Chorus 2XWhen we step into the place y' all know what' s happening | |
| Ain' t nobody trippin on the | |
| Southern Accent | |
| Hour and a quarter we rock the mic | |
| South of the border like is that alright? | |
| Verse 2Now | |
| I' ve been all around the world | |
| Japan to Amsterdam | |
| Argentina | |
| Uruguay Chile | |
| Brazil and still | |
| I stay paid value every dollar made | |
| I' m emergin from the depths of the realm where | |
| I' ve stayed | |
| Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te dije me conocen | |
| El Delinquente que no repite tumbo casa | |
| Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria | |
| Tres chosen tres hostin tres scorchin mic' s | |
| With some | |
| SL 12' s in abundance | |
| The one armed bandit with the lyrical air raids | |
| Bombas rolas can you maintain? | |
| Smoked filled pits no glamour no glitz | |
| Got the funky | |
| Latin grammar over funky | |
| Latin hits | |
| Everytime | |
| I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit | |
| Yes y' all stand tall and losen bricks on the wall | |
| ChorusVerse 3 | |
| I just wanna little sontin to light | |
| It' s a good nite tonight for y' all avoid fight | |
| Please take what | |
| I' m sayin in tight and feel right | |
| Chinky eyed and high givin em feelin a new sight | |
| Now that eyes ain' t blind | |
| I' m gon help find | |
| A way to put y' all mind in time to feel mine | |
| I hit the stage sportin sneakers chelas and guayaberas | |
| Cual quiera que quiera | |
| D. H. does it bette for chedder forever | |
| Gueras in the front chonies wetter and wetter | |
| Tranquilo take my time on every word to the letter | |
| That little lush kinda blush everytime that | |
| I bustAnd later on she wantin papi for the way that | |
| I thrustSo go ahead and dawn armor | |
| Hit you with the good karma | |
| Breaka breaka mr. police me no want drama | |
| Don' t want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks | |
| Keep away me with them wrist chains and cell clanks | |
| Chours |
| zuò qǔ : Martin, Martinez, Thomas | |
| Southern Accent I. Martin D. Thomas A. Martinez | |
| Verse 1Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after searchin your ride | |
| Sure as you ain' t even tripin cause they lettin you slide | |
| I' m gonna let you feel what' s within | |
| IvesWhy don' t you listen if you trippin | |
| I ain' t bablin high | |
| Of course | |
| I show nuff cause people count on me | |
| I' ve worn | |
| Adidas on the same stage as | |
| D. M. CI smoke nugs flown magic rugs hung with thugs | |
| Show love if this here' s dove you dreamed of | |
| Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the place | |
| With a cold style funky to death use a space | |
| Only skin that won' t be tatted will be my face | |
| And I' ll be ridin my life to the death at own pace | |
| Good luck long life blessed senses walk in the light | |
| Absorbin positive tonight me know me won' t lose fight | |
| So kick bad thoughts fuera fiestas en fuego | |
| Rolas for your cara funky like deeoh... | |
| Chorus 2XWhen we step into the place y' all know what' s happening | |
| Ain' t nobody trippin on the | |
| Southern Accent | |
| Hour and a quarter we rock the mic | |
| South of the border like is that alright? | |
| Verse 2Now | |
| I' ve been all around the world | |
| Japan to Amsterdam | |
| Argentina | |
| Uruguay Chile | |
| Brazil and still | |
| I stay paid value every dollar made | |
| I' m emergin from the depths of the realm where | |
| I' ve stayed | |
| Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te dije me conocen | |
| El Delinquente que no repite tumbo casa | |
| Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria | |
| Tres chosen tres hostin tres scorchin mic' s | |
| With some | |
| SL 12' s in abundance | |
| The one armed bandit with the lyrical air raids | |
| Bombas rolas can you maintain? | |
| Smoked filled pits no glamour no glitz | |
| Got the funky | |
| Latin grammar over funky | |
| Latin hits | |
| Everytime | |
| I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit | |
| Yes y' all stand tall and losen bricks on the wall | |
| ChorusVerse 3 | |
| I just wanna little sontin to light | |
| It' s a good nite tonight for y' all avoid fight | |
| Please take what | |
| I' m sayin in tight and feel right | |
| Chinky eyed and high givin em feelin a new sight | |
| Now that eyes ain' t blind | |
| I' m gon help find | |
| A way to put y' all mind in time to feel mine | |
| I hit the stage sportin sneakers chelas and guayaberas | |
| Cual quiera que quiera | |
| D. H. does it bette for chedder forever | |
| Gueras in the front chonies wetter and wetter | |
| Tranquilo take my time on every word to the letter | |
| That little lush kinda blush everytime that | |
| I bustAnd later on she wantin papi for the way that | |
| I thrustSo go ahead and dawn armor | |
| Hit you with the good karma | |
| Breaka breaka mr. police me no want drama | |
| Don' t want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks | |
| Keep away me with them wrist chains and cell clanks | |
| Chours |
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