[Old Man] Excuse me sonny, do you know where I can find some booty! [Chorus] Whoot, there it is (Yeah you say it) Whoot, there it is (Yeah I like that
[Mr. Mixx] [Intro from the original PSK, which slows down and switches to this track] Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here we go now! Uh! Give it to
. I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon. Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me diamonds shinin
-Let me clear my throat. [69:]True. Gotta send shouts out to my boys... -95 South. [69:]Cause them boys is... -Alright, alright, alright. [69:]Now
that We dirty like floor mats Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly [Hook] [Akinyele] I go down south to bust a nut On a down south slut Look her
a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use. I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85. Took it to 441 South to North
a true story, from a Man that lost land... [Verse 1: (Cappadonna)] I'm goin' all out, I love trout Black is what I be about 95-south all the way up
fight till we hear that final tic Kill till we kill each other clik Bitch, you was talking crazy But now we finish up your damn mouth Send your bitch ass back down south
-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
all and let me ride nigga eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure to be the best on the west hu ya fool loked down this is east side nigga south comton and
mommas Philly and D.C., V.A. to B-More in a G4 I-95, making them detours South Beach, Memorial weekend hitting the sea shore And every other city we
mommas Philly and D.C., V.A. to B-More in a G4 I-95, making them detours South Beach, Memorial weekend hitting the sea shore And every other city we go
in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons Down South, the forty-four feela
s been, two-wayin you all week. her baby daddy's out Of town so uhh, you can fuck around. it's okay to check in That motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more,
royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons Down South, the forty-four
me be thinkin' of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my dimes stack Don't be lookin' for trouble it be finding me Try turning the other
other lands to put food on our plate Now we travel with the ?Crills Rock? P, Noyd, Onslaught on the hottest road with a car load'a shit Isolated on ya whip, on the south
that girl That's been, two-wayin' you all week Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95 Not a
