The Beatnuts - Lost In Brooklyn lyrics

Shawn J-Period ] It's time for me to go just below the Mason-Dixon I heard through the grapevine my grandmother's fixin Some vittles, for me to come down for a little If I take up some of these sweet candied yams Damn, remember how the gra** starts itchin And itchin, you fall into your grandma's kitchen Had to wash your hands before you ate some Stove Top stuffing and collard greens on your plate Oh what about the bu*tered cornbread? She wouldn't sit down to eat till the whole neighborhood was fed The hospitality that I savour Wanna make some Kool-Aid? Kid, get a cup of sugar from your neighbor No quibbles and qualms, ring the alarm In the evening relaxin in my grandma's arms Just a boy, but now I'm a man on the run Step off bro, I'm baskin in the sun Of the southern comfort [ Soda Pop ] At the age of 22 many rhymes have been heard But let's set the tone on this drink Southern Comfort Some have had it, lots have a habit Many used to stay hard for the rabbit And hit a cottontail, it ain't a fairytale God's my witness during your bedroom fitness And many dames start to think like a stiff drink First they relax ya, and then they tax ya I know of one drink who does two brothers The first one enters, followed by a chaser Later, and all and all I'm never on dry docks Like a girl and a drink [edited] better on a rock So peace to the crews, peace to the [edited] Girls fix me chicken soup, just ask my dad So hop in the air and fly south like a bird Let it enter the bloodstream, amazing southern comfort (Hip-Hop) (all the way down south) [ Shawn J-Period ] We hit the black gold, Texas T, then we move to the north But we'll never forget the southern folks are the source That raised us and provided us with just a hint of southern twang in my vocal thang [ Soda Pop ] And when you're havin grand times, what's that called y'all? (Southern Comfort) And when you're singin this joint, what's that called y'all? (Southern Comfort)