Southern Comfort

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 grass 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 buttered 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

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)

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

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)