Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comin' Down, artist - E.S.G.. Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Comin' Down |
| We up before the sunrise, this paper we persuing |
| So tell me what you doing clown, you can’t hold us down |
| Independent franchise, nationwide or underground |
| Smelling like a pound, spitting verbs and nouns |
| Before you score a touchdown, I’ma knock you out of bounds |
| 17 rounds hold up now, watch me take your town over |
| Can they mess with Cedric Sosa, is Bobby Brown sober |
| Hell naw I’ma ball, like Donovan McNabb |
| Come down in H-Town, I’ll show you how to ride slab |
| Southside mash, watch us come down |
| Everytime we pass, glass rolling round |
| Be about your cash, never slow down |
| Who is S.U.C., I bet they know now (tell em fool) |
| I came a long way from Grey Tapes, your boys been cowards |
| E.S.G., P-A-T Southside twin towers |
| Ring the alarm, the S.U.C.'s in the house |
| E.S.G. |
| and P-A-T'll let you know, (it's bout the South) |
| So close your mouth, about to clown |
| (We coming down, down-down) |
| It’s the big pimp, called F-A to the T |
| Come to Houston Texas, if you wanna see me |
| Back in '93, niggas use to diss me |
| Because I’m rolling faster see, with that C. B |
| But I popped up in 9−5, on my strive |
| 7-Deuce Impalas, what nigga let me ride |
| Coming down slow, with my bubble lights on |
| Crawling down slow, when I’m riding on chrome |
| Chrome disc covers, what’s up motherfuckers |
| I’m burning out the lot, and a nigga sliding rubber |
| Holding on my Glock, and I’m ready to let it happen |
| Cause Fat Pat coming through, naw I ain’t capping |
| Bout to let it rip, rolling mothership |
| We bout to take a flip, (Southside is the shit) |
| (what you doing Pat), I’m bending corners |
| It’s the big pimp, blowing on marijuana (huh) |
| Southside, (watch us come down) |
| Do you love the Southside, (watch us come down) |
| It’s bout the South, (watch us come down) |
| S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E, (watch us come down) |
| Southside where I reside, I hold it up with pride |
| My 22's glide, fuck that fake Gucci inside |
| I prefer some buck hide, whenever the Boss ride |
| Me and Slim connected, I ain’t forget about my side |
| Now the S is for the Southside, or the syrup we be sipping |
| The O is for them big fat, ounces we be flipping |
| I ain’t tripping, the U’s for undisputed underground |
| The T’s for thinking thoed, last H hold it down |
| Now dog see you ain’t tripping, E and Pat just great |
| This album hit the sto' I’ma make sho, his son get his check |
| And I won’t lose respect, for nobody down with me |
| 2000 and 3, come down with Pat and E.S.G. |
| let’s ride |
| Man I wrecked that |