Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top Looking like you must be straight out of the country I need a sweet little somethin' like you got Honey, what I wouldn't do for a sweet little somethin' like you I wanna ride you round in my old truck Keep

I'll be there next time Come hang out And come hang out But I'll be there next time 'Cause you're outta your mind You're working so damn hard Don't you leave us behind You forgot what you like Should I go for more clicks this year?

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

Baby it's cold outside I really can't stay (Baby it's cold outside) I gotta go away (Baby it's cold outside) This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd dropped in) So very nice (I'll hold your hands they're just like ice) My mother will start to worry

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

Your love keeps me alive You're all I need to survive I got you by my side So I'm holdin' on I'm feelin' strong, baby you're the one For all my life! Yeah I'm holdin' out, there ain't no doubt I can't live without you all my life! I'm holdin' on to love

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell And I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal With 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all