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Down South Lyrics
(feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne, Jazzy Pha)
Yeahh.. scene so thick Talkin
bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot Nuttin but that U.G.K. All the
playas All the hustlers Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob Y'all know what it
is
[Ludacris] See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass
hos A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow I'm rich bitch no more
runnin round cold Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors Oh, yea I
think the suckas now know That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down
low I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads I'll open up shop then
I'm shuttin down shows Luda cash cheques that'll break the bank Then I'm
in the Old School like Frank the Tank You can't beat me join me, petes they
bore me But all the Southern asses they keep me horny Oooh, Big Tymers in
a private jet Got the head of Universal to sign the cheque Meanwhile
Ludacris is out arrangin rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin
over Uhh
[Mannie Fresh - Chorus] Caddie Devils Wood steerin
wheels Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot in
the gas Nigga whippin out cash Just blowin the grass (That's Southern
cousin) Caddie Devils Wood steerin wheels Got that chromed out lady on
top of the grill With your foot in the gas Nigga whippin out cash Just
blowin the grass (And you thought it wasn't)
[Lil Wayne] Ay
ay Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs
in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a
dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck
fifty a gram 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 Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel
me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah Feel heat feel sleepy,
here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access Young and
play hard with no practice Feelin me is like huggin a cactus But if you
know pain you take it love it and patch it South side
[Mannie Fresh -
Chorus] Caddie Devils Wood steerin wheels Got that chromed out lady on
top of the grill With your foot in the gas Nigga whippin out cash Just
blowin the grass (That's Southern cousin) Caddie Devils Wood steerin
wheels Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot in
the gas Nigga whippin out cash Just blowin the grass (And you thought
it wasn't)
[Mannie Fresh] Got Southern type jeans, Southern type
shirt When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp Got Southern
ass crib, Southern ass car Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass
star Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain Where I talk a lotta shit
with a Southern ass slang On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern
freaks Buck naked outside neighbors callin police Got a little Southern
boy with a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd
like Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog Got a big big
system knockin pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin big
seven forty Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys I'ma be
Southern til the day I go From my head to my belly to my knees to my
toes
[Baby] I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard Uptown
third ward nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in
my mouth New cars new rims with the work in the drop I'm a fool, I'm the
dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a
brick Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in
the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good
weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride I'm a big money nigga with a boat
on the lake M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state I'm a Southern ass
nigga drive fifty whips Ten bikes customized everything we get I'm a fly
nigga money and my jewels be glistenin Twenty fours on the Bentley and we
blues them bitches nigga
[Jazzy Phae] Four on the whips Southern
cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern
cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin Woooo When I'm a old school,
shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the
console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it
is Wooooo [fade out] Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the
hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked
meals Southern cousin
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