South Alabama Lyrics – Dusty DeLuna
Singer: Dusty DeLuna
Title: South Alabama
Them country boys talkin’ sh#t
Down in South Alabama
A lot of people don’t get it
Down in South Alabama
I know some people who are with it
Down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
I know some hippies movin’ weight
Down in South Alabama
A couple girls who can shake it
Down in South Alabama
I pray one day I’ma make it
Out of South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
(Uh) It’s Friday
I’m sittin’ sideways
In my driveway
While my subs vibrate
Sippin’ Clyde May’s
It’s so damn hot, I need a place to chill
For real
In the summer, sh#t you know how it feels
So I grab my cooler and my case of beer
Racin’ through Point Clear
Pray the cops ain’t near
(Uh)
Like Ronnie said, ‘be a simple man’
But, for this life there ain’t no simple plan
So now I’m ridin Scenic 98: dro in the wind
Then I’m flyin down the interstate: on i-10
Thinkin’ ways to cut up real estate
Me and my friends
See me scrapin’ off my dinner plate
To make my ends
The Dirty South is poppin’
I know
Like 96.1, I’m rockin
I roll
I gotta keep that thang off in my pocket
Like the flow
I wanna see you break it down and pop it
Let’s go
Down to South Alabama
Fairhope sunset, Orange Beach sunrise
I’ll have my cake and eat it too with a side of fries
Down in South Alabama
Where you never heard of nada
Get your boy some dippin’ sauce
I want the whole enchilada
Them country boys talkin’ sh#t
Down in South Alabama
A lot of people don’t get it
Down in South Alabama
I know some people who are with it
Down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
I know some hippies movin’ weight
Down in South Alabama
A couple girls who can shake it
Down in South Alabama
I pray one day I’ma make it
Out of South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Down here in South Alabama
Right next to Louisiana
Moe’s BBQ gettin’ hammered
The home of Hank the Hammer
Everytime I hit 225, your boy cracks a smile
Bump that old Mr. Biggs: Take that sh#t to trial
Pay the check in Bay Minette without breakin’ a sweat
You wanna be a white rapper? They gon’ hate on you
Nobody’s made it where I’m from
I’m tryna break on through
But a lot of flavor’s down here
You can’t Fake the Foo
So take the Causeway
I ride it all day
I know the Eastern Shore gon’ f*ck with me the long way
But in the end, close friends who all know me well
Can find me drinkin’ mint Juleps at the Grand Hotel
Fairhope sunset, Orange Beach sunrise
I’ll have my cake and eat it too with a side of fries
Down in South Alabama
Where you never heard of nada
Get your boy some dippin’ sauce
I want the whole enchilada
Them country boys talkin’ sh#t
Down in South Alabama
A lot of people don’t get it
Down in South Alabama
I know some people who are with it
Down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
I know some hippies movin’ weight
Down in South Alabama
A couple girls who can shake it
Down in South Alabama
I pray one day I’ma make it
Out of South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
Goes down in South Alabama
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