Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suthern Style, artist - Big 50
Date of issue: 08.06.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Suthern Style |
That’s another platinum hit, yeah |
Yeah, southern style for that nine pound |
You know what I’m saying? |
What’s up cutie, you gon' love this one |
It’s the bomb, baby, it’s the bomb, yeah |
I’m coming up putting on work on these plexing ass bustas |
My infrared is at that head 'cause nigga I don’t love ya |
You’re listening to the sound of the southern-ass G |
And playa hatin' niggas with them badges don’t fear me |
Niggas on the block cock your Glocks 'cause we gon' uprise |
Blastin' on these bastards 'til the mother fuckers realize |
That we gon' fuck that ho chick, come on through bitch |
Take a slug trick, I feel this |
I’m high up off that fire I put down, leave a nigga twisted |
So bow down, nigga raise up |
Step up you, get fucked up |
I pack a Desert Eagle, mother fucker |
So you better have got your sleep in when I’m creeping |
So you fool better recognize |
I’ll be that G smoking weed with the crooked eyes |
To the fullest, nigga don’t make me pull it |
'Cause if I do, fool, you gon' be the one the bite the bullet |
And that’s the sound of my gat saying, «Thank ya» |
Peace, mother fucker, from that loc’ed out southern gangsta |
Yeah, we doing it like this |
I want all you niggas to recognize, you know |
The south is on the rise |
And uh, for you hoes out there? |
A nigga’s got his mack game down, so uh |
Watch this |
I’m laid back like a mack sipping Cognac |
So many bitches on my dick they call me Goldie Mac |
I’m just a nigga black as coal with a silver tongue |
Spittin' game like a mother fucking leak a-don' sprung |
I keeps 'em wet like a faucet from my conversation |
That makes it easy for this playa to have penetration |
So um, what’s your name? |
Baby, maybe we can get together |
Go out for a drink or we can kick it on that other level |
Take your time and unwind and let your emotions go |
A playa gon' be a playa and a ho gon' be a ho |
On the real, what’s the deal, can we get it on? |
After I hit I split and let the woman go |
Out the door, a rubber on the floor |
A nigga like myself ain’t got no love for these hoes |
Bitch, please, you feel lame to this game |
Mackin' is a sport and I do it for the fame |
I’m never caught up with at trick ho, it’s best I let you know |
You found me rolling niggas out here giving up your cash flow |
Flip the script and let that bitch play herself |
Gold digging hoes will try to get you for your wealth |
Sew up, recognize and put that bitch in her place |
If she’s out of line, slap that ho in the face |
Ain’t no slackin' in my mack is what it’s all about |
It’s that mother fucker from the mother fucking south |