Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down South, artist - Big Tymers.
Date of issue: 17.11.2003
Song language: English
Down South |
Yeah… 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 |
See I’m a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hoes |
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 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 the Southern asses they keep me horny |
Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet |
Got the head of Universal to sign the check |
Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers |
Every coast watch out cuz the south’s takin over |
Uhh |
Caddie DeVilles |
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 De Villes |
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) |
Ay ay |
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 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 |
Caddie De Villes |
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 De Villes |
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) |
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’mma be Southern til the day I go |
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes |
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 |
Four on the whips, Southern cousin |
Home in the hills, Southern cousin |
Chromes and De Villes, 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 De Villes, Southern cousin |
Home cooked meals, Southern cousin |