Souf' West Rida - Lyrics - P.e.a.c.e.

DFW to LAX From LAX back to DFW Check this out, I'm a Souf' West rhymer and a Souf' West rider Check this out (south, south, south, south...) [Chorus:] People won't stop he's flaming hot Ooh, the boy's on fire Like collard greens with extra hot sauce I'm a Souf' West rider People wont stop he's flaming hot Ooh, the boy's on fire Like collard greens with extra hot sauce I'm a Souf' West rider [Verse 1:] New school lyrics and an ol' school twang Watch P.E.A.C.E. lyrically gang *** on these crews Who don't know how to move Fast and troop, like a dashing coupe My styles have you in a position where you can't recoup You awaken in midair between two loose ???, put your mind in rotation There's no preparation to rock the brain Dipped a body in propane, striked a match against the flame Ain't it a shame? I'm dippin' in the fast lane in a black van Proper rims and bomb *** bass Camera with detachable face When the sun hits my *** it's like glossy I run a hundred and fifty five horseys Step back up off me Who are you? who? [Verse Two:] I'm a fancy vocal habit Yes, Nancy hoped and grab it Less than nothin', bluffin', like she ain't sufferin' I know how it go When you're broke you roll slow When you're rich you speed and *** But I ain't supposed to flow What? you sure? you's a lie I'mma do that every chance I get, though Spit all you in a ??? Now how does it feel to be put in a miss, oh You did it to me, I'mma do it for you Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth I'm gonna make a real supper for you You can saddle up and ride I'm a ????? Or you can stick around and await your doom Just tell Rufus here what you want on your tomb Two hours later, in a saloon Poker playin', piano man's pushin' tunes Prostitutes are swayin' props, brushes and brooms Now I check out what happened when it took a chime for noon Grabbed my sasprilla and I stepped outside I noticed immediately it was mighty quiet ?? got my horse and ready to ride And something told P.E.A.C.E. to look to his right Oh, you gon' feel me, here have a sock(?) I back up three or four feet, them lead buckles and a body drops Stupid *** wanna steal from P.E.A.C.E. And get a deal and go out on a rhyming spree Hell, no, not at my expense Man, I'm tellin' you I'm tired of this Now you gon' make me react on some violent *** Don't try to get your punk *** where I'm tryin' to sit And when I speak on it, you wanna hit me with the nonsense But if I clutch you upside your head, I get all the proper responses And you know how to find this Cool wit' what I do, I ain't lying this is all true I'm honest, oh, you gon' feel me Uh huh I'm a Souf' west rider Uh huh I'm a Souf' west rider Well, I'm riding on an elephant From LA to the South Y'all relax 'cause I'm hot Ooh, it hot in here