Letra Down south (feat. lil' wayne & jazze pha) Big Tymers

Down south (feat. lil' wayne & jazze pha)

(feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne, Jazzy Pha)
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
[Ludacris]
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
[Mannie Fresh - Chorus]
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)
[Lil Wayne]
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