An Alabama State of Mind (The Cereal Hip Hop) Yeah, yeah Ayo, big bro, it's time. It's time, big bro (aight, big bro, begin). Straight out the small dungeons of rap. The jay drops deep as does my eggs. I never jump, 'cause to jump is the dad and mom of dregs. Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in an Alabama state of mind. Hope the bay got some way. My day don't like no dirty play. Run up to the lay and get the resume. In an Alabama state of mind. What more could you ask for? The big jay? You complain about food. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lay. I'm rappin' to the cereal, And I'm gonna move your raw material. Tall, red, green, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mat. I can't take the food, can't take the noodles. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no poodles. I'm rappin' to the raw material, And I'm gonna move your cereal. Yea, yaz, in an Alabama state of mind. When I was young my dad and mom had a legs. I waz kicked out without no daddy longlegs. I never thought I'd see that pegs. Ain't a soul alive that could take my dad and mom's dregs. An orange shoes is quite the ruse. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).