Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down South , by - Big Tymers. Release date: 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 |