Southern Boy (feat. Lil' Wayne & Bun-B)

Текст песни Big Tymers - Southern Boy (feat. Lil' Wayne & Bun-B)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
If David Banner was here right now
He would just look at y'all muthafuckas and go
Damn, damn, damn, damn
And if Flip was here he would go, "What is y'alls saying?"

I'ma push trucks, nigga I'ma drive Benz
Muthafuck the 8's, nigga I'ma get the 10's (yeah)
I'ma drink everything, I'ma get drunk (ay)
Watch the shoes, I'ma show ya dudes, I'm 'bout to pop the trunk

I'ma be captivator, I'ma be calm
From the hat to the shirt, to the pants, playa, woah
I'ma play polo, I'ma stay rich
I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch

I'ma stay with Sprint, muthafuck Nextel
(Can you hear me now? I don't love no girl)
I'ma eat chicken, playa, I'ma sip 'lac
Push the old school Caddy with the diamond in the back (back)

I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't
Pussy, pussy, pussy, your life is blank
I'ma get the new J's, smoke all the purple haze
I'ma stick with game, spittin' game, spittin' in your face

'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy
Comin' down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my Southern flow
'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy

I'm comin' down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my Southern flow
'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy

Look, we ride the biggest truck, 20 inches don't give a fuck
When I roll, nigga know I'm plush, comin' 'round and I'm high as fuck
Green truck, lift up, spinnin' blades is a must
Namy grain, suede and leather, feelin' good with this Cali weather

I can go in any hood, get a nigga, they know I could
Comin' round and I'm iced up too, nigga know 'bout me and my crew
Layin' low, bein' cool, smokin' weed, what we do
Movin' ki's, bought that Coupe, stackin' G's, what we do

Nigga know that I'm slangin' that iron
Fuck around tryin' to take my shine
Nigga know that I'm 'bout gettin' mine
Hustlin', flippin' when I'm on that grind
Nigga know we got work uptown
Fuck around and we shut you down
Pussy, pussy, pussy you pussy pussy bitch

'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy
Comin' down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my Southern flow
'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy

I'm comin' down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my Southern flow
'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy

I'm pumpin' through the South holdin' my nuts
I'm in my candy apple red Cadillac car, rollin' them dutch
White cuts with that stitch and tuck, lookin' for a bitch to fuck
Find a slut, let's get this buck, look like you need this dick to suck

I'm Truck Turner pimpin' with Isaac Hayes roll on
Just another pimp gettin' his stroll on, bitch hold on
You starin' at a pimp, tryin' to look him in his eyes
When you practice South ballin', if you get broke don't be surprised

Tell no lies about this mackin' some win and some be losin'
But pimpin' never dyin' 'cause these hoes is steady choosin'
Gets to fuckin' with my paper, you cruisin' for a bruisin'
So let there be no confusion, pimpin' ain't no illusion

Don't believe me? Ask Ice R
She shorted my lil' brother
She muthafuckin' paged, chose a pimp like no other
We all about that dollar, bitch
So when you see a pimp, don't try to holla
Wipe me down and pop my collar

'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy
Comin' down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my Southern flow
'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy

I'm comin' down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my Southern flow
'Cause I'm a muthafuckin' Southern boy