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    BIG TYMERS

    Big Money Heavywight 2003 ©

    Down South

    Yeahh.. scene so thick
    Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
    Nuttin but that U.G.K.
    All the playas
    All the hustlers
    Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob
    Y'all know what it is


    See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos
    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, yea I think the suckas now know
    That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low
    I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads
    I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin down shows
    Luda cash cheques that'll break the bank
    Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank
    You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me
    But all the Southern asses they keep me horny
    Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
    Got the head of Universal to sign the cheque
    Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers
    Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin over
    Uhh


    Caddie Devils
    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)
    Caddie Devils
    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
    (And you thought it wasn't)


    Ay ay
    Weezy the god bow down give praises
    I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix
    Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces
    I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic
    Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
    Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
    Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me
    Show appreciation for those who still with me
    Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
    Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
    Heh heh, 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
    South side


    Caddie Devils
    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)
    Caddie Devils
    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
    (And you thought it wasn't)


    Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt
    When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp
    Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
    Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star
    Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
    Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang
    On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks
    Buck naked outside neighbors callin police
    Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
    Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
    Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
    Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall
    Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty
    Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys
    I'ma be Southern til the day I go
    From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes


    I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
    Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car
    I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
    New cars new rims with the work in the drop
    I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
    Two ghetto ass niggas now 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 the lake
    M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state
    I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
    Ten bikes customized everything we get
    I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin
    Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga


    Four on the whips Southern cousin
    Home in the hills Southern cousin
    Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
    Home cooked meals Southern cousin
    Woooo
    When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels
    Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
    Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
    When you come down here you know what it is
    Wooooo

    Four on the whips Southern cousin
    Home in the hills Southern cousin
    Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
    Home cooked meals Southern cousin

    2003 ©




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