Playerz From The South Lyrics

Playerz From The South lyrics

featuring Master P, Silkk  

  

 (U.G.k)  

 Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo  

 kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep  

 you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'  

 for action, retaliation, that's where that shit at. Click clack  

 goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a fucked up ass  

 whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in  

 tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga  

 whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to  

 not fuck around, it's that underground. Bitch you couldn't cut  

 tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time  

 to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all  

 tha work, you bitch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that  

 these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk,  

 Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?  

  

 Chorus:  

 Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight  

 on that white with that candy on them gold D'z (x4)  

  

 (Master P)  

 Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}  

 got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha  

 nigga that talkin' shit, I'm bad like J'Sun, but compare me with  

 them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin'. Y'all niggaz  

 gone off that fried black. I had fucked mo' niggaz in tha game  

 then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I'm  

 fuckin them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make  

 this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans  

 {New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'  

 slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}  

 Don't know how to completely work, tha fuck how to triple beam.  

 Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthafuckin'  

 band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthafuckin'  

 Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth  

 don't give a fuck bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata  

 wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a fuck bout seeing  

 no muthafuckin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't  

 stop till them muthafuckin' saints go marchin' in.  

  

 Chorus  

  

 (Silkk)  

 1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about  

 that muthafuckin' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back  

 side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I'm in front  

 of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo bitch ass to come. I'm  

 from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this shit iight,  

 chill. For them niggaz that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em)  

 WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes  

 like faster. Shit aint gonna fuckin' change nigga, I think not,  

 cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but  

 more rock. Fuck whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all  

 I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South  

 Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm  

 bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but  

 y'all bitches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah  

 at ya boy if ya need, & bitch I'm out (fading)  

  

 *chorus*  

  

 (Pimp C)  

 Now do you blame me? A sweet for every  

 bitch that I fuck, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from  

 back to front. I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz  

 tryin' to get tha cheeze, but bitch I be gettin' bacon. Would  

 it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like  

 tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin' down,  

 cuz my heart be TRU, I'm fuckin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga  

 whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.  

 I represent my shit, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just  

 because we do popo, bitches be thankin' we don't have a fuckin'  

 pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup  

 with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you bitches ain't  

 heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,  

 I'm down with rich & royal muthafuckin' flush, whut?? Ya,  

 tha muthafuckin' organize noise boy, wassup?  

  

 *chorus*  

 *Pimp C in background talkin