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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 [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) [Mannie Fresh] 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 cuttin' 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 [Baby] 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 [Jazzy Phae] 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 [fade out] Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin
Written by: THOMAS, BYRON O. / CARTER, DWAYNE / WILLIAMS, BRYAN / BENJAMIN, ANDRE / PATTON, ANTWAN / BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN / MURRAY, RAYMON AMEER / BROWN, PATRICK L. / WADE, RICO R.
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