Yea
When it comes to that 97 south, it's some things you need to understand
The winter time grimey, but I guarantee them summers jam
A nigga want step, he get pop, like ya mother man
The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand
400 years ago we docked here from the mother land
400 years later we rock here to get our mother land
And you aint really up til you down, and then you up again
Cuz real hustlers lose it and get it back, cant tell me nothin then
Its somethin in the bay, the water hit different
What can I say its somethin in the yay the snorters sniff different
Shooters tech, like a Uberx shit Lyft different
Fact is I'm a boss you get bossed, big difference
Im a onion block representer nigga gardens taught me
Like Brees in the Nola couldn't wait get them chargers off me
To be honest, for the bucks, shorty tough imma call Milwaulkee
Wally used to have the trap rockin off the walkie talkie's
7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods
You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good
At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good
Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood
But I always put on for my city my face good
Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good
Im from a state where niggas do bad to make good
You can debate who all your favorites are but where im from, my place good
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
If a opp approach me he an Atlanta fan really brave
Cuz if I got to, I'll box you like a philly fade
The 40 cal will leave a nigga gray I'm talkin 50 shades
That molly still gettin the city paid
Now everybody got some cyrus to their name like Billy Ray's
Nigga this 16 zip like I movin p's
20 nigga yea I started with nothin would you believe
Don't make me come through your door without using keys
Catch you on the shitter and wet you up like you Scuba Steve
Aint nothing new we been sliding in ya UV's
.38 Slugs but shit is soundin like .223's
Who doper than I? They LOL back but all jokes to the side
I let it go if he don't let it go he can soak in his pride
Your own man'll do you for that paper I won't be surprised
Welcome to Annapolis you can run but it's nowhere to hide
Go ask about me in my city and I bet they know me
Feins all over the cheese like a pepperoni
And for these lil pink tens they get extra hungry
30 rack will a bad bitch start checkin on me
Home of the crabs, slingin stones out the bag
Somethin happen they be pullin out their phones very fast
All that tough guy talk will get you thrown on the slab
Bad to the bone, this'll do your bones very bad
Im from Annapolis
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In the essence Im a wonderful reference of those guys
It's a blessin yea I still got connections on both sides
Been relentless since I jumped in them tranches in 05
Within a 5 block radius
You can find a wild child go macadamian
In and out loud crowds
Bens drive the youngins now
Marks ct. the stompin ground
Hottest in the city so I gotta hold the jungle down
Used to be a rush now Im stuck in the stampede
Been lightening quick with immaculate hand speed
Early morning tease got em up like caffeine
Hood aint nuffin but a block full of bad dreams
Crackhead darby try sell me his flat screen
And for another jab he said he throw in his class ring
Its crazy in the game when the smack got a bad read
Stuck up in a drought couple mouths you can't feed
Grand scheme is to get the cream then its adios
Friends turn to enemies it always be somebody close
Get the bread hide the loaf
Think ahead, go for broke
Multiple positions when you pitchin you should try it both
Something in the water paranoia when you drive the boat
Cook it til the oil let it boil n its rock and roll
Take you on tutorial the moral is to shop and go
Prices is affordable the corner know I'm born to blow
Kay Nellz - Annapolis (feat. C-Flames & Cub Dollaz) Lyrics
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Yea
When it comes to that 97 south, it's some things you need to understand
The winter time grimey, but I guarantee them summers jam
A nigga want step, he get pop, like ya mother man
The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand
400 years ago we docked here from the mother land
400 years later we rock here to get our mother land
And you aint really up til you down, and then you up again
Cuz real hustlers lose it and get it back, cant tell me nothin then
Its somethin in the bay, the water hit different
What can I say its somethin in the yay the snorters sniff different
Shooters tech, like a Uberx shit Lyft different
Fact is I'm a boss you get bossed, big difference
Im a onion block representer nigga gardens taught me
Like Brees in the Nola couldn't wait get them chargers off me
To be honest, for the bucks, shorty tough imma call Milwaulkee
Wally used to have the trap rockin off the walkie talkie's
7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods
You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good
At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good
Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood
But I always put on for my city my face good
Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good
Im from a state where niggas do bad to make good
You can debate who all your favorites are but where im from, my place good
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
If a opp approach me he an Atlanta fan really brave
Cuz if I got to, I'll box you like a philly fade
The 40 cal will leave a nigga gray I'm talkin 50 shades
That molly still gettin the city paid
Now everybody got some cyrus to their name like Billy Ray's
Nigga this 16 zip like I movin p's
20 nigga yea I started with nothin would you believe
Don't make me come through your door without using keys
Catch you on the shitter and wet you up like you Scuba Steve
Aint nothing new we been sliding in ya UV's
.38 Slugs but shit is soundin like .223's
Who doper than I? They LOL back but all jokes to the side
I let it go if he don't let it go he can soak in his pride
Your own man'll do you for that paper I won't be surprised
Welcome to Annapolis you can run but it's nowhere to hide
Go ask about me in my city and I bet they know me
Feins all over the cheese like a pepperoni
And for these lil pink tens they get extra hungry
30 rack will a bad bitch start checkin on me
Home of the crabs, slingin stones out the bag
Somethin happen they be pullin out their phones very fast
All that tough guy talk will get you thrown on the slab
Bad to the bone, this'll do your bones very bad
Im from Annapolis
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In the essence Im a wonderful reference of those guys
It's a blessin yea I still got connections on both sides
Been relentless since I jumped in them tranches in 05
Within a 5 block radius
You can find a wild child go macadamian
In and out loud crowds
Bens drive the youngins now
Marks ct. the stompin ground
Hottest in the city so I gotta hold the jungle down
Used to be a rush now Im stuck in the stampede
Been lightening quick with immaculate hand speed
Early morning tease got em up like caffeine
Hood aint nuffin but a block full of bad dreams
Crackhead darby try sell me his flat screen
And for another jab he said he throw in his class ring
Its crazy in the game when the smack got a bad read
Stuck up in a drought couple mouths you can't feed
Grand scheme is to get the cream then its adios
Friends turn to enemies it always be somebody close
Get the bread hide the loaf
Think ahead, go for broke
Multiple positions when you pitchin you should try it both
Something in the water paranoia when you drive the boat
Cook it til the oil let it boil n its rock and roll
Take you on tutorial the moral is to shop and go
Prices is affordable the corner know I'm born to blow
When it comes to that 97 south, it's some things you need to understand
The winter time grimey, but I guarantee them summers jam
A nigga want step, he get pop, like ya mother man
The hard a homerun, but that soft toss under hand
400 years ago we docked here from the mother land
400 years later we rock here to get our mother land
And you aint really up til you down, and then you up again
Cuz real hustlers lose it and get it back, cant tell me nothin then
Its somethin in the bay, the water hit different
What can I say its somethin in the yay the snorters sniff different
Shooters tech, like a Uberx shit Lyft different
Fact is I'm a boss you get bossed, big difference
Im a onion block representer nigga gardens taught me
Like Brees in the Nola couldn't wait get them chargers off me
To be honest, for the bucks, shorty tough imma call Milwaulkee
Wally used to have the trap rockin off the walkie talkie's
7 and half square miles and like 8 hoods
You would think in such close proximity shit stayed good
At its best? yes, but at its worst shit aint good
Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood
But I always put on for my city my face good
Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good
Im from a state where niggas do bad to make good
You can debate who all your favorites are but where im from, my place good
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
If a opp approach me he an Atlanta fan really brave
Cuz if I got to, I'll box you like a philly fade
The 40 cal will leave a nigga gray I'm talkin 50 shades
That molly still gettin the city paid
Now everybody got some cyrus to their name like Billy Ray's
Nigga this 16 zip like I movin p's
20 nigga yea I started with nothin would you believe
Don't make me come through your door without using keys
Catch you on the shitter and wet you up like you Scuba Steve
Aint nothing new we been sliding in ya UV's
.38 Slugs but shit is soundin like .223's
Who doper than I? They LOL back but all jokes to the side
I let it go if he don't let it go he can soak in his pride
Your own man'll do you for that paper I won't be surprised
Welcome to Annapolis you can run but it's nowhere to hide
Go ask about me in my city and I bet they know me
Feins all over the cheese like a pepperoni
And for these lil pink tens they get extra hungry
30 rack will a bad bitch start checkin on me
Home of the crabs, slingin stones out the bag
Somethin happen they be pullin out their phones very fast
All that tough guy talk will get you thrown on the slab
Bad to the bone, this'll do your bones very bad
Im from Annapolis
Im from Annapolis, youngin's off the porch at an early age
The streets only gon get you a cell or an early grave
If you lucky you'll make it out before you make them pearly gates
And never caught slippin, pimpin special like a .38
The hoes that used to front on you get friendly when your paper up
Fingertips got PCP residue and paper cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In the essence Im a wonderful reference of those guys
It's a blessin yea I still got connections on both sides
Been relentless since I jumped in them tranches in 05
Within a 5 block radius
You can find a wild child go macadamian
In and out loud crowds
Bens drive the youngins now
Marks ct. the stompin ground
Hottest in the city so I gotta hold the jungle down
Used to be a rush now Im stuck in the stampede
Been lightening quick with immaculate hand speed
Early morning tease got em up like caffeine
Hood aint nuffin but a block full of bad dreams
Crackhead darby try sell me his flat screen
And for another jab he said he throw in his class ring
Its crazy in the game when the smack got a bad read
Stuck up in a drought couple mouths you can't feed
Grand scheme is to get the cream then its adios
Friends turn to enemies it always be somebody close
Get the bread hide the loaf
Think ahead, go for broke
Multiple positions when you pitchin you should try it both
Something in the water paranoia when you drive the boat
Cook it til the oil let it boil n its rock and roll
Take you on tutorial the moral is to shop and go
Prices is affordable the corner know I'm born to blow
Writer: Clifford Smith, Kernell Hunt Jr., Kevan Simms
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Kay Nellz
Language: English
Length: 4:53
Written by: Clifford Smith, Kernell Hunt Jr., Kevan Simms