Lyrics

[Z-Ro] Keep watching me and you'll see I can show you how to be a Gee I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. (Ugh) Lotta people talk shit bout the south But they don't know shit bout the south Neva lived here, but they spit like the south Cuz don't nobody drop hits Like the south Candy on the cars I done did dat Big ol gates at the crib where I live at And If a jacker wanna live he betta get back Cause fuck, I just don't give that In Texas everythang larger So much heroine That's prolly why It's so brown in the water This The Real New Jack City Baby every corner is Da Carter And like every other state When da law come around Everybody pull out they recorder And it don't matter what you want I got it, says Over here and ova there That'll take yo order It's the south... Keep watching me and you'll see I can show you how to be a Gee I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. Got a dope fiend to wipe my slab down So i can be clean in the slab Line Martin Luther King on a sunday was the shit and it still is Come down on the slab time Who shit all black on the Ave? Mine You can tell your girl She can let her hair down Just keep ya heat witcha Cause the streets a get withcha Have a real nigga rollin in the cab now Styrofoam cup and you know what's in it Raw paper cone and you know what's in it Bitch booty so big Look like two bitches Put on all three rubbers For you go up in it Cause these hoes fuck With the ballers And the way that shit lookin Dat shit all us Hope you don't fall in love You might see me in the background Ya next time ya FaceTime call her We don't love hoes, but we love Vaugues And we love threes And bumper kits And Piece and chain And watch and rang Gotta spend a bankroll Jus to fuck wit this Some niggas rock Yeezy's I still rock One's Pocket full of Money Might not rock none We don't talk alot of shit Cause everybody got guns Hoe niggas here, but neva nigga But we not one Keep watching me and you'll see I can show you how to be a Gee I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. [Lil KeKe] (You know I'm on my down south shit That's right..) (Im always thinking bout the south, yea..) One time for the bottom of the map 30 rounds in the bottom of the strap Yella bone on the top of my lap Down south we da best, no cap Comin' down and the haters stay hurt Self made on the front of my shirt Street nigga sold rocks in the dirt Come and get a real good number on the work Top down and the windows go up Big rocks on the front of my cup Old school and a fresh new coupe And some real big shoes on a brand new truck South side bout to slip right in On thangs when I flip I-10 Put ya money on a Texas boy Down south we go show ya how to win Keep watching me and you'll see I can show you how to be a Gee I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby.. Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby..