Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Southern Boy, artist - Big Tymers. Date of issue: 08.12.2003
Song language: English
Southern Boy |
| Yeah, yeah yeah, if David Banner was here right now |
| He would just look at y’all mutha fuckas and go |
| «Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn» |
| If Flip was here he would go «What is y’all saying?» |
| I’m push a truck, nigga I’m drive a Benz |
| Mutha fuck the 8's nigga I’m get the 10's |
| I’m drink everything, I’m get drunk |
| Watch the shoes, I’m show you dudes, I’m bout to pop the trunk |
| I’m be captivator, I’m be calm |
| Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH |
| I’m play Polo, I’m stay rich |
| I’m bout to bust the southside in this bitch |
| I’m stay with Sprint mutha fuck Nextel |
| (Can you hear me now, I don’t love no gal) |
| I’m eat chicken playa I’m sip lak |
| And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back |
| I’m get the candy paint just because I know you can’t |
| Pussy, pussy, pussy your life is blank |
| I’m get the new J’s smoke all the purple haze |
| I’m stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face |
| Cause Im a mutha fuckin' southern boy |
| Coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean |
| Heavy starch in my jeans |
| I want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad |
| You can’t stop my southern flow |
| Cause I’m a mutha fuckin' southern boy |
| Look I ride the biggest truck |
| 20 inches don’t give a fuck |
| When I roll nigga know I’m plush |
| Coming round and I’m high as fuck |
| Green truck, lift up, spinnin' blades is a must |
| Wood grain, suede and leather, feelin' good with this Cali weather |
| I can go in any hood get a nigga they know I could |
| Coming round and I’m iced up too |
| Nigga know bout me and my crew |
| Laying low, being cool |
| Smoking weed is what we do |
| Moving ki’s bought that coupe |
| Stacking G’s is what we do |
| Nigga know that I’m slanging that iron |
| Fuck around trying to take my shine |
| Nigga know that I’m bout gettin' mine |
| Hustlin, flippin' when I’m on that grind |
| Nigga know we got work uptown |
| Fuck around and we shut you down |
| Pussy, pussy, pussy, you pussy pussy bitch |
| I’m pimping through the south holding my nuts |
| I’m in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch |
| White cuts with that stitch and tuck, lookin' for a bitch to fuck |
| Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck |
| I’m truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on |
| Just another pimp gettin' his stroll on bitch hold on |
| You staring at a pimp, tryin' to look him in his eyes |
| When you prctice southballin', if you get broke don’t be surprised |
| Tell no lies about this mackin', some win and some be losin' |
| If you fuckin' with my paper, you cruisin' for a bruisin' |
| So let there be no confusion, pimping ain’t no illusion |
| Don’t believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother |
| She mutha fuckin' paged chose a pimp like no other |
| We all about that dollar bitch so when you see a pimp don’t try to holla |
| Wipe me down and pop my collar |