the
banana and mayonnaise?
With two slices of toasted
bread on a napkin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It ain't no reason, look here boy,
ain't no fuckin flaw
I didn't go to bed without
my lucky bear claw
See I'm a rest, uh,
look in the bloom like a mushroom in the jug under hot lights
Crystalize so nice when I think twice,
I love long summer nights
Four record deep,
and I still get stage fright
Small towns to the big city night life
There's a Ghetto in every city (know that) politicians
(slanging) slurs hopping the natural urge
Ain't no runnin from niggas, everywhere you go,
drinkin alcohol, ready to call earl
It's your world black man,
them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth
Affording legal houses so when
a scene like the hand is took
Then documented it in his book how these
niggas shook the world with the hook
Now they back like Jack
in that red cadillac
Now gee, don't let the doorknob hit you where the good lord split you,
off pair of rooms, too
That you so gone off that DMPCP, that thought
so letting another man sample your wine
Host your mind, like the color pink rubbin
elbows with the wrong folks
Making kin bruise they skin,
secretaries terminated after seeing her boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe,
ha
How's about burned at the stake
like the rest of them sodomites
Even though you had beautiful kids and a wife,
he still went both ways
Ain't no due process for boys
that become girls or vice versa
Field niggas control this,
pin the hollow point tip on this gay rights activist
A ghetto gang we all familiar with,
now how many licks did it take to get you where you is today?
Fly away (fly away now)
Yea, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south,
some of these niggas still think we soft
And I swore I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this,
but now you starting to piss me off
Huh huh huh, oh yes y'all,
shawty he got that silky southern drawl
E'ry tooth in my mouth got
gold on 'em all
I'm ill slum (I'm ill slum) and we don't want to bad blood,
but it is some, it is some
Nigga think he got, a better mind frame than me,
nigga really think he got more game than me
Ole, make me sick, nigga think you slick, uh fuck around
and make me click like a magic trick (he, he, he)
'Cause I'll do yo ass wrong bout me, we so deep,
and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep
And uh, we don't like to kill, but we will
Ooh Lord, this south is sho' nuff trill,
now shit
When we on your side of town
we don't ask why
We abide by the rules that y'all live by
And see you welcome to come,
you welcome to stay, but any disrespect
We will make yo' ass fly away
Goodie Mob 
