From the recording Oranges & Peaches
Lyrics
From FLA to the GA
Rod Wave to Rico Wade
From the Burg to the A
From the Rays to the Braves
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
From FLA to the GA
Rod Wave to Rico Wade
From the Burg to the A
From the Rays to the Braves
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
City boy, but I'm country made
When it comes to rap, I never flunked a grade
Matter fact, my transcripts convey
That i got a bunch of A's
And I owe a lot of that to the fact
That I'm Dungeon raised,
And the Big Boi's, Cee-Lo's, Gipp's
Khujo's, T-Mo's and the Andre's always had something to say
In '94 I'd pull up on the avenue
In an '81 yellow box Chevy Malibu
Bumping that "Ain't No Thang But a Chicken Wing"
When Southernplayalistic came, they was spittin' game
And the following year Soul Food was all in my ear
My heroes, now I call em my peers
Cause I went from a rookie
To a feature on a mixtape with Khujo Goodie
I used that tool between my two shoulders
Got up, got out, got something as I grew older
And them folks looking in from the outside
Didn't understand us Dirty South guys
But as a hip-hop fan from Florida, I
can say I never felt more alive
Yeah, the Two Live Crew was a force but now
us southern boys had some noise that was organized
Better check their music credentials
Dungeon Fam is too influential
On my way to the A with the Funkster
Bout to scoop Big Rube in the rental
Then we're headed to the booth with our kinfolk
You should see what I can do with a pencil
Even with a 3K flute instrumental
Believe me when I tell you, this group is essential
(Haha) and the show is far from over, rover, no sir, nah, it's to be continued.
From FLA to the GA
Rod Wave to Rico Wade
From the Burg to the A
From the Rays to the Braves
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
From FLA to the GA
Rod Wave to Rico Wade
From the Burg to the A
From the Rays to the Braves
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
I'm pondering past days like eighth or ninth grade
When that Florida bass Music first started getting played
It was a whole new sound laid down a new way
And it was started in Miami by the ghetto DJs
This vibe was so live it caught us off guard
Back in 85 that knock was so hard
We was like wow, ain’t no holds on these bars
Some down south boys done got this thang started
The bottom was on top of their game and in a zone
Wit a style they could truly and proudly call their own
It went from Luke Skywalker, and the 2 Live crew,
to Poison Clan, to Magic Mike Feel the Bass Part Two,
Then one day a chance, somehow, was presented
For us to represent for the south
The moment, magic, the move, automatic
Authentic Atlanta was all we was bout
And just like New York, Cali and Florida
We showed respect for Hip-Hop by standing ten down for Georgia
No faking like gangsters and killers, no lies
Resisted the fall to encourage the rise
of our people, our nation, generations worldwide
Built a family, hoping to open up the whole world‘s eyes
To unify till U-N-I reverse what divides
Rejoin as one, peaches and oranges, spirits and minds
From FLA to the GA
Rod Wave to Rico Wade
From the Burg to the A
From the Rays to the Braves
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
From FLA to the GA
Rod Wave to Rico Wade
From the Burg to the A
From the Rays to the Braves
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k
Oranges and Peaches marmalade, my kin f-o-l-k