Southern Boy lyrics

Song information

Artist: Big Tymers
Album: Big Money Heavywight

Lyrics

[Mannie fresh talking:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, if david banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha
Fuckas and go "damn"
If flip was here he would go "what is y'all saying ?"..

[Mannie fresh]
I'm a push trucks, nigga I'm a drive benz
Muthafuck the 8's nigga I'ma get the 10's
I'ma drink everything, I'ma get drunk
Watch the shoes, I'ma show ya dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk
I'ma be captivator, I'ma be calm
Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa woah
I'ma play polo, I'ma stay rich
I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch
I'm a stay with sprint, mutha fuck nextel
(Can you hear me now, I don't love no girl)
I'ma eat chicken player, ima sip lak
And push the old school caddy with the diamond in the back
I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't
Pussy, pussy, pussy, your life is blank
I'ma get the new j smoke all the purple haze
I'ma stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face

[Chorus x2 (lil' wayne)]
Cause I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy
Coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans, i
Want criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad
You can't top my southern flow
Cuz I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy

[Baby]
Look we ride the biggest truck
20 inches don't give a fuck
When I roll, nigga know I'm plush
Coming round' and I'm high as fuck
Green truck, lift up, spinning blades is a must
Wood grain, suede and leather, feeling good with this cali weather
I can go in any hood, get a nigga they know I could
Coming round and I'm iced up too
Nigga know bout me and my crew
Laying low, being cool
Smoking weed, is what we do
Moving ki's, bought that coupe
Stacking g's is what we do
Nigga know that I'm slanging that iron
Fuck around trying to take my shine
Nigga know that I'm bout getting mine
Hustling, flippin when I'm on that grind
Nigga know we got work uptown
Fuck around and we shut you down
Pussy, pussy pussy, you pussy pussy bitch.

[Chorus x2]

[Bun b]
I'm pumping thru the south holding my nuts
I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch
White cuts with that stitch and tuck, looking for a bitch to fuck
Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck
I'm truck turner pimping, with issac hayes roll on
Just another pimp getting his stroll on bitch hold on
You staring at a pimp, trying to look him in his eyes
When you practice southballing, if you get broke don't be surprised
Tell no lies about this macking, some win and some be loosing
But pimping never dying cuz these hoes is steady choosing
If you fucking with my paper, you cruising for a bruising
So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion
Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother, she mutha fucking paged chose a pimp
Like no other
We all about that dollar bitch, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and
Pop my collar.

[Chorus x2]