Down South

[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)