Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down Here, artist - Slim Thug. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down Here |
| I want y’all to bust some shit man |
| And tell these niggas man, that y’all invented |
| That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body |
| And they mama, trying to bust man |
| (ha-ha, really though), you know I’m saying man |
| Niggas out here man, steal y’all shit on chrome |
| Ass wanna be E.S.G., kinky ass niggas man |
| Bring they hat to they motherfucking ass man |
| Let these hoes know how we do it down here |
| (down here), ha we like to roll on dubs |
| (down here), we keep a chicken head up in the club |
| (down here), my thugs they get nothing but love |
| (down here), we off the chain like you thought we was |
| I’m from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers |
| Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers |
| We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full of golds |
| Country niggas and hoes, down here is how we roll |
| When something’s tight it’s thoed, when we shine we hold |
| You got cash cars and clothes, you balling out of control |
| Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that’s called swang and bang |
| The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain |
| You got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab |
| You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab |
| Boys that hustle they grind, and if your diamonds shine you blind |
| You making money looking good, then you showing your behind |
| You blow endo that’s do-do, screwed up means slow mo |
| You ride big body Benz, you riding big body fo' do' |
| Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk |
| I’m trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault |
| Down here playboy, the gumbo’s hot and spicy |
| Twinkies twist and crawfish, my wrist all icy |
| Better watch your wifey, down here we off the hook |
| You was smart that, better back-back take a look |
| I’m from the city where crooks, wear Cardiers and Rolleys |
| In Texas we partnas, in Louisiana they whodies |
| But it’s the same thing, on this side of the Mississippi |
| Two hundred dollas a bottle, ain’t talking bout Crissy |
| Talking bout codeine, baby fill up my cup |
| 2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck |
| Now hold up maan, top down in the Bentley |
| With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky |
| Made a mill independent, can’t touch me kids |
| Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did |
| (fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly |
| I’m the boss see the cross, hanging off of our bellys |
| I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea |
| We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year |
| (down here) we like to ball, play above the rim |
| E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim |
| (down here), we tolerate no type of disrespect |
| Have a bitch acting bad, on that do' and that X |
| (down here), we push 26 sitting low to the flo' |
| And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow |
| (this year), I’m gonna switch it to the platinum frame |
| Do shows with plenty hoes, that be screaming my name |
| (down here), it ain’t no telling when you talking bout us |
| Got rocks in both ears, cause that shit is a must |
| (down here), we break hearts and leave punks for dead |
| We don’t claim the blue or red, cause our city is FED |
| (down here), I’m better known as Lil' Keke the Don |
| Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son |