Alabama

Lyrics

[Hook: Jhi-Ali] Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home Dirt roads and the projects Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards [Verse 1: Jhi-Ali] It's been a long time coming, we've been on the grind hustling Ever since cotton-pickin', learn about your history, cousin This the state of mind, and it's been too hard living Them folks'll lynch you down here, give you too hard a sentence Now, is it worth those years to twerk O's? Then say, "Yeah" The birds flyin' over the dirt roads—where? Down here: Alabama, the final piece of the puzzle Say it backwards, "I'm a baller" in the streets, and I hustle Holding onto hope, I know that change gon' come They got us holding onto dope—we know that change gon' come So sick and tired of being broke, man—it's the same old song But until my folks go'n get some dough, man, this song gon' get sung It's been a long time Until we realize that we sitting on the gold mine— We gon' roam 'round tryna rock something 'cept our own style Tryin' to bump something except our own sounds And I ain't tryna come down—I'm just sayin', man: Roll Tide [Hook: Jhi-Ali & Cooley da Dude] Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home Dirt roads and the projects Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home Dirt roads and the projects Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards (Your boy, Cooley) [Verse 2: Cooley da Dude] I wake up every morning, thank the Lord, and roll up me a Swisher Kiss my babies, throw my J's on, go rolling with my niggas Slow motion, man, Cooley certified I'm a Florida boy in Alabama, but, really, we got the same dirty pride I put my pen to this paper to shake the fact that— If you know it or not, your life ain't shit but blackjack Hit a hold, raise a fold—for all of you poker players Back here in these woods, you would never really know a player Never no different, but listen, I'ma make my change up (I'm gonna make my change) Get up my money 'til I'm comfortable, then change up (Yeah, make that change, nigga) But until then, my cuz just thrown off in the wind Blown off in the wind, gone off Seagram's Gin, getting bent I'm a sucker for that red clay, I'm weak for some collard greens And believe these streets got a lot of green, a lot of greens Time flies—flies when getting high Hunstville where I reside, so Alabama 'til I die [Hook: Jhi-Ali] Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home Dirt roads and the projects Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards Alabama: the place I love, the place I call home Dirt roads and the projects Mama stay gone, but it really don't matter Grandma stay up the road, and she fixing me some collards [Verse 3: Big P.O.P.E.] I wake up early in the morning, thank the Lord for me being country 'Bama up in this here (Hey), and you know we gon' act a donkey We golden through it all, but it still remains funky Niggas talk 'bout my state (Hey, hey), but I know that those hoes can't touch us (Hey, hey) That's just the way it is, 'cause we making it on the grind You might be taking theirs—ain't no hope in you taking ours That's just the way we feel, been at it and aggravated But now, we stand on top (Hey, hey), and I know that we can't be faded (Hey, hey) And I'm gon' keep it crunk with rhymes, 'cause I got so many And I ain't scared to dump (Hey, hey), 'cause I'ma die with this 'Bama in me, nigga, shit (Hey, hey) I'ma die with this 'Bama in me, huh (Hey, hey) Yeah, yeah [Outro: Sam Cooke sample] It's been too hard living Long time coming, but I know A change gon' come Oh, yes, it will It's been a long Long time coming, but I know A change gon' come Oh, yes, it will