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Big Tymers - Down South lyrics
<font size="1">(feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne, Jazzy Pha)<font> Yeahh.. scene so thick Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot Nuttin but that U.G.K. All the playas All the hustlers Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob Y'all know what it is [Ludacris] See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow I'm rich bitch no more runnin round cold Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors Oh, yea I think the suckas now know That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin down shows Luda cash cheques that'll break the bank Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me But all the Southern asses they keep me horny Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet Got the head of Universal to sign the cheque Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin over Uhh [Mannie Fresh - Chorus] Caddie Devils Wood steerin wheels Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot in the gas Nigga whippin out cash Just blowin the grass (That's Southern cousin) Caddie Devils Wood steerin wheels Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot in the gas Nigga whippin out cash Just blowin the grass (And you thought it wasn't) [Lil Wayne] Ay ay Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck |
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