Slim Thug

Slim Thug - Down Here (feat. E.S.G. and Scarface) lyrics

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(*Scarface*)

I want y'all to bust some shit man

And tell these niggaz man, that y'all invented

That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body

And they mama, trying to bust man

(ha-ha, really though), you know I'm saying man

Niggaz out here man, steal y'all shit on chrome

Ass wanna be E.S.G., kinky ass niggaz man

Bring they hat to they motherfucking ass man

Let these hoes know how we do it down here

[Hook - 2x]

(down here), ha we like to roll on dubs

(down here), we keep a chicken head up in the club

(down here), my thugs they get nothing but love

(down here), we off the chain like you thought we was

[Slim Thug]

I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers

Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers

We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full of golds

Country niggaz and hoes, down here is how we roll

When something's tight it's thoed, when we shine we hold

You got cash cars and clothes, you balling out of control

Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang

The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain

You got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab

You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab

Boys that hustle they grind, and if your diamonds shine you blind

You making money looking good, then you showing your behind

You blow endo that's do-do, screwed up means slow mo

You ride big body Benz, you riding big body fo' do'

Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk

I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G]

Down here playboy, the gumbo's hot and spicy

Twinkies twist and crawfish, my wrist all icy

Better watch your wifey, down here we off the hook

You was smart that, better back-back take a look

I'm from the city where crooks, wear Cardiers and Rolleys

In Texas we partnas, in Louisiana they whodies

But it's the same thing, on this side of the Mississippi

Two hundred dollas a bottle, ain't talking bout Crissy

Talking bout codeine, baby fill up my cup

2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck

Now hold up maan, top down in the Bentley

With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky

Made a mill independent, can't touch me kids

Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did

(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly

I'm the boss see the cross, hanging off of our bellys

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil' Keke]

I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea

We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year

(down here) we like to ball, play above the rim

E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim

(down here), we tolerate no type of disrespect

Have a bitch acting bad, on that do' and that X

(down here), we push 26 sitting low to the flo'

And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow

(this year), I'm gonna switch it to the platinum frame

Do shows with plenty hoes, that be screaming my name

(down here), it ain't no telling when you talking bout us

Got rocks in both ears, cause that shit is a must

(down here), we break hearts and leave punks for dead

We don't claim the blue or red, cause our city is FED

(down here), I'm better known as Lil' Keke the Don

Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son

[Hook - 2x]

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