Down South

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Scene so thick Talkin' 'bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot Nothin' but that UGK All the players, all the hustlers 8Ball, MJG, Goodie Mob Y'all know what it is [Verse 1: Ludacris] See, I'm a Southern-ass nigga with some Southern-ass hoes 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, yeah, I think the suckers now know That the Hummer got dropped, keep it on the down low I'm cruisin' up highways, stuntin' down roads I'll open up shop, then I'm shuttin' down shows Luda cash checks that'll break the bank Then I'm in the old-school like Frank the Tank You can't beat me, join' me, peeps, they bore me But all these Southern asses, they keep me horny Ooh, Big Tymers in a private jet Got the head of Universal to sign the check Meanwhile, Ludacris is out arrangin' Rovers Every coast, watch out 'cause the South's takin' over (Let's talk about it) Uh [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Caddy de Villes, 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) Caddy de Villes, 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 (You thought it wasn't?) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Ayy, ayy, ayy Weezy the god, bow down, give praises (Okay) I'm easily involved with the drugs in my matrix (Okay) Just keepin' it calm, kickin' dust from my laces (Okay) I'm puckin' a dre in an Escalade basic (Okay) Don't you fuckin' play 'cause I escapade faces (Okay) Buck-fifty your grill quickly, I'm real shifty (Okay) Come get me, I'll be waitin', the steel with me (Okay) Show appreciation for those who still with me (Yeah) Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy (Y-Y-Yeah) 'Cause Weezy F Baby all gravy, gotta feel me (Oh) Ha-ha, 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 Southside [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Caddy de Villes, 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) Caddy de Villes, 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 (You thought it wasn't?) [Verse 3: Mannie Fresh] Got Southern-type jeans, Southern-type shirt When I drink a lot of beer, give a Southern-ass burp Got a Southern-ass crib, Southern-ass car Down where I'm from, I'm a Southern-ass star Got a Southern-ass chain with a Southern-ass brain Where I talk a lot of shit with a Southern-ass slang On any Southern beat, got a bunch of Southern freaks Buck naked outside, neighbors callin' police Got a lil' Southern boy with a lil' Southern bike Got a lil' Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a Southern-ass truck with a Southern-ass dog Got a big bass system knockin' pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party, drivin' big seven forty Me and Jazzy Phae cuttin' on some Southern shorties I'ma be Southern 'til the day I go From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes [Verse 4: Birdman] I'm a Southern-ass nigga that done grew up hard Uptown Third Ward, nigga, blow up a 'gar I'm the Southern-ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars, new rims with the work in the drought I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie Fresh the shit Two ghetto-ass niggas know 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 a lake MIA and ATL, we do it state to state I'm a Southern-ass nigga, drive fifty whips Ten bikes, customize everything we get I'm a fly nigga, money and my jewels be glistenin' Twenty-fours on the Bentley and we blews them bitches, nigga [Outro: Jazzy Phae] Chrome on the wheels (Southern, cousin) Home in the hills (Southern, cousin) Broughams and de Villes (Southern, cousin) Home-cooked meals (Southern, cousin, woo) Pull out my old-school, shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel? (Woo) Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here, you know what it is (Woo) Chrome on the wheels (Southern, cousin) Home in the hills (Southern, cousin) Broughams and de Villes (Southern, cousin) Home-cooked meals (Southern, cousin)