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• South Coast - Kingston Trio
• South Coast - Arlo Guthrie
• South Coast - Stat Quo

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone
My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me
I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone
Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth
We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone
Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone
The lion screamed in the barrancathe pony fell back on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my

My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea
CHORUS:
Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Cholon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I played in a card game at Jolon
I played there with an outlaw named Juan
And after I'd taken his money
I staked all against his daughter Dawn
I picked up the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door to the kitchen
And he called the girl out with a curse
Saying "Take her, Goddamn her, you've won her
She's yours now for better or worse"
Her arms had to tighten around me
As we rode down the hills to the south
Not a word did I hear from her that day
Nor a kiss from her pretty young mouth
But that was a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
CHORUS
That night I got hurt in a landslide
Crushed hip and twice broken bone
She saddled her pony like lightning
And rode off for the doctor in Cholon
The lion screamed in the Barranca
Buck, he bolted and he fell on his side
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight
My heart died that night with my bride

[Intro: Stat Quo (Young Buck)]
(G-UNIT!)
Stat Quo, nigga! (GUNZ UP!)
GMM, ya understand me? (GUNZ UP!)
Young mothafucka Buck! (GUNZ UP!)
G-Unit's and Stat with him! (BUCK! BUCK!)
Yeah
[Stat Quo:]
Looka here, pimp! (pimp!) - Boss hawg, brah (boss hawg, brah!)
Grown Man, chicken, bitch drama, we have it.
From Atlanta, Home of Hammers a lot of folk - they scandlous
They hate-off, like "damn! " cause, they'll feed your face to the cannon. (BALL UP!)
Knuckle up, punk; pop the trunk, cock it, dump! (whooo!)
Body slump, it's hard, punk! - Sugar water started crunk!
Fuckin' with my clique, gets you STOMPED!
Ride on my enemies, crush my COMP!
Leave their bodies covered with LUMPS
If for what they don't really WANT!
The master haymaker, SouthCoast jaw breaker! (jaw breaker!)
Talkin' the Ying Yang when you shoot like a salt shaker. (YEAH!)
The hater undertaker wishin' death for jealous fakers
Mad 'cause I'm gettin', paper Vaccine high makers. (Oooh!)
Stat Quo! (GMM!) - Know the name, buddy! (know the name, buddy!)
We have assembled an Empire in the damn money! (whoo!)
Ride clean down the strip sippin' brown Bubbly (uhh!)
My mind on my grip representin' the damn dirty!
[Chorus: Stat Quo {Young Buck}]
This be that South - Coast shit (oh!)
And you better 'fo figure what the fuck don't you get? {GMM! } (get!)
'Cause we be that +Grown Man Gang+
And we Towin' big thangs and my pocket's got good thangs! {G-UNIT! } [x2]
[Young Buck:]
Fuck 'em, they keep tellin' me. (WHAT?) - Buck gon' catchin' felony! (DAAAMN!)
I should'nt have to weigh up what you sellin' me; but gettin' steal.
Niggas holla, keep it real! (KEEP IT REAL!) - They gonna stab you in your back,
But I ain't seeing nothing here! (NAAAH!) - I'm a grab you in your back!
I'm the platinum in your plaque! - I'm the coke that's in your pack
I heard them niggas hit you up! (ooohh!) - I'm them bullets in your back! (BOO!)
Breach behind them walls all I got is some banana clips (AAAIIIGHT!)
50 keep on tellin' me, nahh, but I'm gonna handle it!
They love me in Los Angeles, the Dirty South streets know that
Buck can buck wild! - Got 'em buckin' on the EastCoast! (C'MON!)
Cock it back and pop it twice! (BOOM!) - Cook the crack rocks for the vice! (BOOM!)
Play it cool, and pay his price; (BOOM!) set him up and take his life! (BOOM!)
That's why we Dirty-Dirty (DIRTY-DIRTY!) niggas don't mind breakin' bread
Momma gave us tofu! - Daddy taught us how to bust heads!
So come on down to this town for the outlaws.
We got the police scared, they won't even answer house calls!
[Chorus]
[Stat Quo:]
Yeeah, yeeah! - I'm in the air, cockin' the mast. - Squeezin' all over scraggs!
Put a hole off in your - bag. - Fell off on the wrong track!
That's where the fiends at! - White, brown, and green at!
Cook it up! Chop it up! Wrap it up! Then reel it right back (YEEAH!)
This be that South shit, GMM who I run with!
We gettin' bread in the bun this weed so trailin' dumb!
They get it twisted, get stomped - {on Floor} ridin' Around - {exposed}
Haters get mad because they {still broke}
What you expect dawg? - I'm C-E-O! (C-E-O!)
TV Flow! - Spit like HBO!
And if rap don't work I hit the strip for dough
And if the strip don't work, I'll probably pimp your hoes! (GET!)