Still Southern Playalistic

[Verse 1] This that shit that make you wanna pull up on yo granny in the summertime Watching wheel of fortune, till the news come on and step outside After five, shawty next door happened to hit my line Ever since I was 15, wanted to hop behind Southern player partner from the south, who got the mouth of gold Black and Bold When he come steppin’ through, better tuck ya toes Duck below You feel that funk comin’ up off the flow Now you know Coolio flow Now, ah, here it go Niggas lack the gumptions I guarantee they assumption; the gat don’t be pumping Acting like Michael, wanna bе startin’ something Plugged in Super Mario 3 How ‘bout you start this? Guarantee I’m not thе lil’ nigga you want to fuck wit’, or buck wit’ Fuck it, I’m happy O’tay I’m buckwheat Don’t care ‘bout you sleeping no more Let me go tuck sheets And tuck eyes, won’t be too tired Before you realize That I’m 22 steps ahead of you in these Fila’s [Chorus] They tryna see what’s up, ‘cause they know I put it down, down (Ooo, yeah) You better watch ya step, ‘cause I do not fuck around (Hey, yeah) You know we get ya, get ya high Get ya high, get ya, get ya high, get ya high Get ya, get ya high, get ya high, get ya, get ya, get ya [Verse 2] You know I got to pull up like a pair of britches that ain’t got no belt ‘Cause niggas slept Was actin’ funny as a Michael Epps You too inept, so much that yo daddy wept I can’t be hangin’ ‘round those who ain’t right You niggas left ‘Cause Dear Silas got gator belts, and patty melts, and Monte Carlo’s I’m so colossal Influential, they want to follow I get it from my momma and my daddy And my sister and my granny And tell yo baby momma to keep her panty in her panty line Already got a dandelion Damn it, I got to hand it down to me ‘Cause baby please, nobody bout to smack it down Best believe I’m not backin’ down Unless I’m in the post crack a nigga like yolk Doin’ the most, how ya like me now? I told 'em I’d give ‘em another chance Just to take a glance at me on stage, doin’ my dance With my pants up, handsome, not givin’ a fuck Making a couple bucks Shut up, I’ll tell you when you done had enough [Chorus] They tryna see what’s up, ‘cause they know I put it down, down (Ooo, Yeah) You better watch ya step, ‘cause I do not fuck around (Hey, yeah) You know we get ya, get ya high Get ya high, get ya, get ya high, get ya high Get ya, get ya high, get ya high, get ya, get ya, get ya [Horn Interlude] [Outro] Thank you, ladies and gentlemen This is Dear Silas and the Big Back Boppers And we have brought you the Stankiest of the Stank The Funkiest of the Funky And it ain’t nothin’ you can do about it I love you so much Yeah, haha