Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Down In The South, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: World Tech
Song language: English
Going Down In The South |
| Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest |
| Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse |
| And we don’t play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth |
| On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. |
| act like dick heads |
| Cause they wanna know what we’re smoking, and how much coedine in our big red |
| And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's |
| And we don’t tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam |
| Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack |
| Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs |
| Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks |
| Yeah we rapping but it ain’t just rap, money we need all of that |
| Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist |
| Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace |
| Joseph McVey that’s my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth |
| Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it’s going down in the South |
| Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track |
| Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks |
| It’s going down in the South, (going down in the South) |
| It’s going down in the South, (going down in the South) |
| We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks |
| Six or seven days, and we ain’t been to sleep yet |
| It’s going down in the South, (going down in the South) |
| It’s going down in the South, (going down in the South) |
| It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a half of the O. G |
| Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that’s low key |
| You niggas don’t know me, you so baloni |
| You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be |
| We don’t talk to police, leave that to you fonies |
| Disguised as homies, to get me felonies |
| I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine |
| My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean |
| Been at it since 14, you can’t control me |
| So quit the baloni, 'fore I go where your folks sleep |
| Hit your block and it’s on G, the strap sits cozy |
| It claps but don’t speak, leave flats no slowly |
| So don’t provoke me, I was raised in the struggle |
| Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle |
| If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it’s double |
| Fuck stunting but if you want, Boss’ll teach you how to hustle |
| Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red |
| And just like I got partnas that’s free, I got partnas in the FED |
| I got partnas in the state, for killing niggas or moving weight |
| I even got niggas in the Army, in Baghdad and Kuwait |
| Every block you pass in H-Town, you gon see a candy ride |
| Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side |
| Down here jackers don’t hide, they be out all in the open |
| Therefo' when I’m in floss mode, I might shoot anybody that’s approaching |
| Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause I ain’t ready to dig my ditch |
| Any given time I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich |
| Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that |
| Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black |
| So fuck the laws except Officer Tony, cause he real |
| Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life, and that’s why we chill |
| Rest in Peace Big H.A.W.K., I think about you all day all night |
| I’ll see you again one day, whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life |