Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down wit da South, artist - Trick Daddy. Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Song language: English
Down wit da South |
| From the South to the bottom |
| It’s the brand new Trick |
| (M.I.A., down South, yo yo College Park) |
| And if you never been down South before |
| We bout to show y’al how we ridin' (Get up, get up) |
| (Let's…let's go) |
| Be like down South show a lil' change |
| For the girls in the club that be shakin' that thang |
| And got the young players comin' up, wanna run thangs |
| Y’all see them girls when they in them g-strangs |
| Now everybody wanna be down wit da South |
| (Now everybody wanna be down wit da South) |
| Now everybody tryin' to get down wit da South |
| (Now everybody tryin' to get down wit da South) |
| Cause in the club (In the club) |
| All them girls that be shakin' in the club |
| In da club (In the club) |
| All the thugs they be playin' in the club (Ooooh) |
| Yo, I’m from the state where the sun shine |
| Where the women are pretty and they so fine |
| Where the dudes are rude but they so cool |
| Listen good weather is better for a good fella |
| And every ride will probably be on twenty-two's or twenty-four's on T-0's |
| And you know like I know, we gon' represent it everywhere we go |
| And every time we drop hits |
| For hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit |
| So give me a fresh white tee |
| A pair of Preist jeans and some j’s yall never seen |
| An I can’t help but win on heavy rotation |
| On all of your stations |
| Down South takin' over all of the charts |
| We just got started and will not stop |
| You ain’t never seen a big ol' ass like this |
| And you ain’t never gon' run across a badder bitch |
| I’m Ms. Trina, Miami’s finest |
| And you can ask your man who has the flyest |
| Players who millionaires try to buy this |
| And I ain’t got shit to hide |
| I like to squat and ride |
| Go front and back, side to side |
| Bend me over show me what you holdin' |
| And oh shit, now give it to me, give me that big ol' dick |
| First suck me up, and then buck me up |
| Go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me |
| Let’s make a sequel for the naked people |
| Your whole click against my click |
| Now shake that ass, shake that ass |
| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
| Here we come to fuck the whole floor |
| Ying Yang Twins kickin' in your door |
| Scat like a rat when a cat comin' out the house |
| Dirty South |
| Y bad, we done did it again |
| Trick Daddy and the Ying Yang Twins |
| If you don’t know, Let me fill you in |
| I hope you know we in it to win |
| You didn’t know we the super friends |
| We done did another song again |
| So I just know it’s on again |
| We gonna put a joint to win |
| Y’all gonna get rolled over like a bulldozer |
| I hope you know the game over |
| Dade County the fullest county |
| We still run these got damn streets |
| I don’t think I’ma change |
| In ten years I’ma be doin' the same damn thang |
| Nigga fuck hoes |
| Nigga do shows |
| Nigga get in trouble, uh oh |
| Will I smoke if it ain’t dro |
| Hell no player so fuck no |
| Now shake that ass, shake that ass |
| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
| Now shake that ass, shake that ass |
| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
| Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
| Now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |
| Shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad |