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Haystak - Down South Players lyrics
"If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here... like this, here I say...." [Verse 1] Imagine me in a SUV Sports utility, them boys from Tennessee Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango Ain't no players like down south players Them boys there do come clean, I swear Can't every click duck crew Do as we do (I'm bout to starve) Me too Let's get the seafood (whistles) All up in Red Lobster Hey girl, you got a table for 20 players and mobsters? Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleamin Beepers beepin, cell phones ringin (Hold up) This Haystak (What you doin' later on?) Come to the spot I'm droppin' the lyrics on this new song (How's it go?) It goes (HOOK) Down South Players (Gettin' payed in the game) Down South Players (Wearin' suede in the rain) Down South Players (Do the craziest things) Down South Players (Go by alias names) Down South Players (Gettin' payed in the game) Down South Players (Be wearin' suede in the rain) Down South Players (Do the craziest things) Down South Players - Play on! [Verse 2] Ooh-ah, it's about that time That I blaze a dime and pass it, write a rhyme Perhaps I'll finish the one I was workin on a few days ago Maybe they'll show me love and bump it on the radio Here it go-go-goes (Think I'm playin around?) Hit the studio (And start layin it down) You see us down south players, we don't mess around Whether we iced out, Dickied down (In and out of town) To this game I'm not new Karl Kani to FUBU Every fool in my crew Done did they share of doo-doo Man the south is cuckoo These fools are trying to shoot you Pistols be like (woah-woah) Bullets be like (toe to toe) Ha ha ha ha ha ha, where'd a white boy come from? In the top 20 throwin low blows at dum-dums My check comes in lump sums My name's found in chump's guns You want some, come get some Yo Dan, drop them damn drums! (HOOK) [Verse 3] Down south players handle big money business Can't you see the 20 inches while we gleamin' on y'all (gleam) See, we gon' ball Drop CD's like rainfall Cut through suckers like chainsaws, ha(Damn, dog!) Jump on the tour bus and ride out cross country Pack my bags, bitch, arrive-derce Next time you hear me probably be on C-D Next time you see me be on TV ba-by Hit like ball bats Thinkin we all that 200 pound, 6-feet tall cat Talkin bout "where them broads at?" You got to love that Seperate the weak hearts from the thug cats O.G.'s from the rugrats Chill, Stak, fuck that! Roll like a bulletproof Tahoe Sittin on platinum Bravo's My entourage consists of Down South desperado's Follow the empty bottles, stems and seeds Til you find a million motherfuckers just like me I say...player...play on I say...player........play on! (HOOK) |
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