Testo Down South - Big Tymers feat. Lil Wayne, Jazze Pha & Ludacris
Testo della canzone Down South (Big Tymers feat. Lil Wayne, Jazze Pha & Ludacris), tratta dall'album Big Money Heavyweight
Yeah
Scene so thick
Talkin' 'bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nothin' but that UGK
All the players, all the hustlers
8Ball, MJG, Goodie Mob
Y'all know what it is
See, I'm a Southern- with some Southern-
A hundred thou' cash gets the Southern- flow
I'm rich, bitch, no more runnin' 'round poor
Or shootin' up windows and gunnin' down doors
Oh, yeah, I think the suckers now know
That the Hummer got drop, keep it on the down-low
I'm cruisin' up highways, stuntin' down roads
I'll open up shop, then I'm shuttin' down shows
Luda cash checks that'll break the bank
Then I'm in the old school like Frank the Tank
You can't beat me, join me, peeps, they bore me
But all these Southern -, they keep me horny
Ooh, big-timers in the private jet
Got the head of Universal to sign the check
Meanwhile, Ludacris is out of Range and Rovers
Every coast, watch out, 'cause the South's takin' over
Caddy DeVilles, wood steering wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, puffin' out cast
Just blowin' the grass (that's Southern, cousin)
Caddy DeVilles, wood steering wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, puffin' out cast
Just blowin' the grass (that's Southern, cousin)
Weezy the God, bow down, give praises
I'm easily involved with the drugs in my matrix
Just keepin' it calm, kickin' dust from my laces
I'm fuckin' a Dre in an Escalade basic
Don't you fuckin' play, 'cause I escapade faces
Buck fifty your grill quickly, I'm real shifty
Come get me, I'll be waitin', the steel with me
Show appreciation for those who still with me
Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
'Cause Weezy F. Baby, all gravy, gotta feel me
Feel me, Lil Weezy gat go blaka
Feel heat, feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street-deep, I got access
Youngin play hard with no practice
Feelin' me is like huggin' a cactus
But if you know pain, you'll take it, love it, and patch it
Southside
Caddy DeVilles, wood steering wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, puffin' out cast
Just blowin' the grass (that's Southern, cousin)
Caddy DeVilles, wood steering wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, puffin' out cast
Just blowin' the grass (that's Southern, cousin)
Got Southern tight jeans, Southern tight shirt
When I drink a lot of beer, give a Southern- burp
Got a Southern- crib, Southern- car
Down where I'm from, I'm a Southern- star
Got a Southern- chain with a Southern- ring
Where I talk a lot of shit with a Southern- slang
On any Southern week, got a bunch of Southern freaks
Buck naked outside, neighbors call the police
Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
Got a little Southern girlfriend that he like
Got a Southern- truck with a Southern- dog
Got a big bass system knockin' pictures off the wall
Got a big Southern party, drivin' big 740
Me and Jazze Pha cuttin' on some Southern shawties
I'ma be Southern 'til the day I go
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes
I'm a Southern- that done grew up hard
Uptown, third ward, - blow up a 'gar
I'm the Southern- with the golds in my mouth
New cars, new rims, with the work in the drought
I'm a fool, I'm the dude, man, the freshest -
Two ghetto - know how to flip a brick
Well, I'm stunna, homeboy, and I'm filthy rich
Super fly, gettin' money in a drop-top Civic
I'm a Southern- that can blow in the sky
Good weed, 23s on that brand new ride
I'm a big money - with a bow-
MIA and ATL, we do it state to state
I'm a Southern-, drive fifty whips
Ten bikes, customize everything we get
I'm a fly-, money and my jewels be glistenin'
24's on the Bentley and we blues and -
Chrome on the wheels (Southern cousin)
Home in the hills (Southern cousin)
Bromes and DeVilles (Southern cousin)
Home-cooked meals (Southern cousin)
Whoa! Whip out my old school, shine up the wheels
Feet on the mink floor, how does it feel? (Whoa!)
Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
When you come down here, you know what it is (whoa!)
Chrome on the wheels (Southern cousin)
Home in the hills (Southern cousin)
Bromes and DeVilles (Southern cousin)
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Brian Bridges, Dwayne Carter, Andre Benjamin, Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Antwan A. Patton, Rico R. Wade, Patrick L. Brown, Raymon Ameer Murray
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