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