Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Down South lyrics

rate me

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

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

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)

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 fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty

Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me

Show appreciation for those who still with me

Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy

Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me

Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah

Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress

Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access

Young and play hard with no practice

Feelin me is like huggin a cactus

But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it

South side

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)

Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt

When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp

Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car

Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star

Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain

Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang

On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks

Buck naked outside neighbors callin police

Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike

Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like

Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog

Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall

Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty

Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys

I'ma be Southern til the day I go

From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes

I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard

Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car

I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth

New cars new rims with the work in the drop

I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit

Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick

Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich

Super fly get money in the drop top six

I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky

Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride

I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake

M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state

I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips

Ten bikes customized everything we get

I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin

Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga

Four on the whips Southern cousin

Home in the hills Southern cousin

Chromes and Devils Southern cousin

Home cooked meals Southern cousin

Woooo

When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels

Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel

Wood on the console, chrome on the grill

When you come down here you know what it is

Wooooo

Four on the whips Southern cousin

Home in the hills Southern cousin

Chromes and Devils Southern cousin

Home cooked meals Southern cousin

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