Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Southern Comfort (On & On), artist - Big MikeDate of issue: 07.04.1997
Song language: English
Southern Comfort (On & On) |
| That nigga Mystikal |
| Layin it down for the 19nigga6 |
| Playin with cake for the 19nigga7 |
| Fo sho |
| Knawmean? |
| Big daddy style |
| Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp |
| Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp |
| I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front |
| Five gallons of D’Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts |
| Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need |
| But I’m always gee’d keyed with a bag of weed |
| Yes indeedy, I’m the player with the ball in hand |
| Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand |
| Now it ain’t hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step |
| Platinum and gold, these hoes know my fuckin rep |
| Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy |
| Now I’m back with the skills and the real flock to see me Now be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this style |
| Couldn’t do i, t had to go home and practise for a little while |
| Longer, stronger back in '97 and '98 I’m droppin hits |
| Partner, stay off my dick, now quit |
| Tryin to portray the type of nigga you can never be |
| (Shit, Big Mike the dopest nigga you will ever see) |
| Get down for my crown, partner, what you say? |
| Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May |
| Shit, I was born and raised in New Orleans |
| I grew up on second lining and gumbo, red beans |
| Canal Street, river-boardin |
| Everybody ???, now I be talkin |
| Pointin gats like they do in the movies |
| Every night nigga made the news |
| Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes |
| 'Stik can remember when them niggas went for hard |
| They would climb up they bars and so-called represent they Ward |
| When you get to the club it’s gon’be some shit-startin |
| And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, bitch, I beg your pardon |
| If you’re a buster, then you’re bust-up |
| If you’re a sucker, you’re gettin sucked up, tough luck |
| Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto |
| Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto |
| Fuckin erase and ease off the throttle |
| Before I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottle |
| Make the bitch respect Michael Tyler |
| Lord know a nigga don’t want to, but all you muthafuckas gotta |
| Not wantin the Gucci’s, tellin time through Movado |
| I don’t sell no powder, but I’m stackin g’s in my closet |
| Uptown niggas livin foul and |
| Westbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violent |
| I’d probably be dead or locked down if it wasn’t for rappin |
| Cause where I’m from niggas ain’t havin fun unless they scrappin |
| Goin to war brawlin |
| Bitch, don’t get mad with me, that’s how it is in New Orleans |
| Bitch it goes on It goes on right here |
| It goes right here in New Orleans |