Southern Comfort Remix Lyrics

Southern Comfort Remix lyrics

f/ Mystikal







Lady singing:



It goes on and on......







Mystikal: 



So this how it's goin down, hungh nigga?



Big Mike:



Yeah, it's how its happenin like that, loc



Mystikal:



That nigga Big Mike



Big Mike:



That nigga Mystikal



Mystikal:



Layin it down, layin it down, layin it down



Big Mike:



Playin wit' cake, playin' wit cake, playin' wit cake



Hungh Bra



Mystikal:



Say dat' there' 



Big Mike:



Fo sho



Knawmean?



Y'all know whats up



Big daddy style







{Big Mike:



Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp



Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp



I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front



Five gallons of D'Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts



Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you
need



But I'm always gee'd keyed with a bag of weed



Yes indeedy, I'm the player with the ball in hand



Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand



Now it ain't hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step



Platinum and gold, these hoes know my fuckin rep



Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy



Now I'm back with the skills and the real flock to see me



Now be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this style



Couldn't do i,t had to go home and practise for a little while



Longer, stronger back in '97 and '98 I'm droppin hits



Partner, stay off my dick, now quit



Tryin to portray the type of nigga you can never be



Mystikal:



Shit, Big Mike the dopest nigga you will ever see



Big Mike:



Puttin' it down for my crown, partner, what you say?



Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May







{Mystikal:



Shit, I was born and raised in New Orleans



I grew up on second line and gumbo, red beans



Canal Street, river-walkin'



Everybody shout to da diz-nine(9th ward), hungh bra, ya not to be talkin'



Pointin gats like they do in the movies



Every night nigga made the news 



Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes



'Stik can remember when them niggas went for hard



They would round up they boys and so-called represent they Ward



When you get to the club it's gon' be some shit-startin



And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, bitch, I beg your pardon



If you're a buster, then you're bust-up



If you're a sucker, you're gettin sucked up, tough luck



Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto



Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto



Foot on tha brakes and ease off the throttle



Before I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottle



Make the bitch respect Michael Tyler



Lord know a nigga don't want to, but all you muthafuckas gotta



Not wantin the Gucci's, tellin time through Movado



I don't sell no powder, but I'm stackin g's in my closet



Uptown niggas livin violent



Westbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violent



I'd probably be dead or locked down if it wasn't for rappin



Cause where I'm from niggas ain't havin fun unless they scrappin



Goin to war brawlin



Bitch, don't get mad with me, that's how it is in New Orleans



Bitch it goes on



It goes on ri' chea







It goes right here in New Orleans...