Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin'

Yea, yea, yea Wham, bam, oh Amsterdam Stone you like nothin' else can Hot damn, roll an Amsterdam If she can't, then no one else can Looking good through the window Shinin' red and blue light A little thick in the bottom But still lookin' alright, yeah

Hold your hand in the car Write a love song that makes you cry Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground 'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by When you see a deer you see Bambi And I see antlers up on the wall When you see a lake you think

I got that Trunk Muzik To the DJ's Out cruisin' Everybody hop in the Cadillac And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's With the bottom won't you roll the window down If ya cruisin' Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the eight O eight come and

What a bam bam This man, don't trouble no man I want you to know that I am the man who Fight for the right, not for the wrong Going there, I'm growing there Helping the weak against the strong Soon you will find out the man I'm supposed to be

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a