She's got a heart She's got a heart like Memphis She's Georgia honeysuckle sweet Smiles at strangers on the street Remembers everybody's name Calls
These snitches wearin G uniforms to blend in Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in Got caught, out of town, lookin at a dime So you wanna give other
rain like Carl Thomas Lock, load, ready to aim at any target I can get your brains for a bargain Like I bought it from Target, hip-hop is my supermarket Shoppin' cart
built out of music by moonlight; petals stained ruby with nightingale blood. Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cart-wheel, because of mere trivia
