Big Tymers Southern Boy Lyrics

Artist: Big Tymers
Publishers: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
Popularity : 2 users have visited this page.
Length: 4:06

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[Mannie Fresh talking:]
yeah, yeah, yeah, If David Banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha
****as and go DAMN,
If Flip was here he would go What Is y'all saying ?...
[Mannie Fresh]
I'm a push trucks, ***** I'm a drive Benz,
Mutha**** the 8's ***** 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 *****,
I'm a stay with sprint, mutha **** 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,
*****, *****, *****, 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 ****in southern boy,
coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean,
heavy starch in my jeans, I
Want Criss, want hard, **** a *****, **** a broad,
you can't top my southern flow,
'cause I'm a mutha ****in southern boy
Look we ride the biggest truck,
20 inches don't give a ****,
When I roll, ***** know I'm plush
Coming round' and I'm high as ****,
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 ***** they know I could,
Coming round and I'm iced up too,
***** 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,
***** know that I'm slanging that iron,
**** around trying to take my shine,
***** know that I'm bout getting mine,
Hustling, flippin when I'm on that grind,
***** know we got work uptown,
**** around and we shut you down,
*****, ***** *****, you ***** ***** *****..
[Chorus X2]
[Bun B]
I'm pumping through 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 ***** to ****,
Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this **** to suck,
I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on,
Just another pimp getting his stroll on ***** 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 'cause these hoes is steady choosing,
If you ****ing 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 ****ing paged chose a pimp
like no other,
We all about that dollar *****, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and
pop my collar..
[Chorus X2]