| Yeah… scene so thick
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| Talkin' bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
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| Nuttin' but that U.G.K
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| All the playas
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| All the hustlers
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| Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob
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| Y’all know what it is
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| See I’m a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hoes
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| A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
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| I’m rich bitch no more runnin round cold
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| Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors
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| Oh, yea I think the suckas now know
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| That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low
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| I’m cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads
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| I’ll open up shop then I’m shuttin down shows
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| Luda cash checks that’ll break the bank
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| Then I’m in the Old School like Frank the Tank
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| You can’t beat me join me, peeps they bore me
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| But all the Southern asses they keep me horny
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| Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
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| Got the head of Universal to sign the check
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| Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers
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| Every coast watch out cuz the south’s takin over
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| Uhh
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| Caddie DeVilles
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| Wood steerin wheels
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| Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
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| With your foot in the gas
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| Nigga whippin out cash
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| Just blowin the grass
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| (That's Southern cousin)
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| Caddie De Villes
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| Wood steerin wheels
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| Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
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| With your foot in the gas
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| Nigga whippin out cash
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| Just blowin the grass
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| (And you thought it wasn’t)
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| Ay ay
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| Weezy the god bow down give praises
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| I’m easily involved with the drugs in my matrix
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| Just keepin it calm kickin dust from my laces
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| I’m puckin a dre in the escalade basic
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| Don’t you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
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| Buck fifty a gram quickly I’m real shifty
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| Come get me I’ll be waitin the steel with me
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| Show appreciation for those who still with me
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| Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
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| Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
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| Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah
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| Feel heat feel sleepy, here’s your mattress
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| Chill, I’m still street deep, I got access
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| Young and play hard with no practice
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| Feelin me is like huggin a cactus
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| But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it
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| South side
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| Caddie De Villes
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| Wood steerin wheels
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| Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
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| With your foot in the gas
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| Nigga whippin out cash
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| Just blowin the grass
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| (That's Southern cousin)
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| Caddie De Villes
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| Wood steerin wheels
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| Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
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| With your foot in the gas
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| Nigga whippin out cash
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| Just blowin the grass
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| (And you thought it wasn’t)
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| Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt
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| When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp
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| Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
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| Down where I’m from I’m a Southern ass star
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| Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
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| Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang
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| On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks
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| Buck naked outside neighbors callin police
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| Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
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| Got a little Southern girlfriend that he’d like
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| Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
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| Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall
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| Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty
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| Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys
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| I’mma be Southern til the day I go
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| From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes
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| I’m a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
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| Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car
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| I’m the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
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| New cars new rims with the work in the drop
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| I’m a fool, I’m the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
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| Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick
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| Well I’m stunna homeboy and I’m filthy rich
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| Super fly get money in the drop top six
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| I’m a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky
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| Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride
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| I’m a big money nigga with a boat on the lake
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| M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state
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| I’m a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
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| Ten bikes customized everything we get
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| I’m a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin
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| Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga
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| Four on the whips, Southern cousin
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| Home in the hills, Southern cousin
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| Chromes and De Villes, Southern cousin
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| Home cooked meals, Southern cousin
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| Woooo
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| When I’m a old school, shine up the wheels
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| Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
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| Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
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| When you come down here you know what it is
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| Wooooo
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| (fade out)
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| Four on the whips, Southern cousin
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| Home in the hills, Southern cousin
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| Chromes and De Villes, Southern cousin
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| Home cooked meals, Southern cousin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down South , by - Big Tymers. Song from the album Big Money Heavyweight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп