Brooks Buford - Southern Man lyrics

Man I been all over this town, had a girl in every crevice Had the green lowrider, the '89 Benz. Now I'm pushin' a 745 I'm smokin' blend no. 27 all the way to heaven I pulled around the corner and I asked for my boy Kevin I said, "Hey, let me get some of them things you got." He said, "Is you crazy?" "I'm not" "Are you a cop?" "No" I'm a southern man, I stand, do whatever I can Bust you upside your head, you catchin' a backhand I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn Rollin' through Jonesboro bumpin' Wu Tang Clan I pulled away headed north, I'm headed up to the mall Pa**ed the So So Def sign thinkin' I got it all I pulled up to Lenox, I saw this kid Chad He said, "Ain't you that dude from Rehab?" Naw I'm a southern man, I stand, do whatever I can Bust you upside your head, you catchin' a backhand I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn Rollin' through Alpharetta holdin' fifteen grand From Buford Dam down to Bankhead I ran From Greenbriar to Gwinnett County I ran I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn Rollin' down Buford Highway holdin' fifteen grand Doin' 85 down 85 in a green Toyota, paint job look like Yoda Rims stickin' out, slammed to the ground, two 12's pumpin' out sound, pound Prelude seats kitted out rollin', swivel bed, tinted out gla**. I'm holdin' Down this thing like I started it, floatin' around the lake like I parted it It's Sunday and we down at Peidmont Park My rims is clean, my steez is sharp I love this place you see it on my face Callin' all lowrider trucks, put your swivel bed up I'm a southern man, I stand, do whatever I can Bust you upside your head, you catchin' a backhand I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn Rollin' through Alpharetta holdin' fifteen grand From Buford Dam down to Bankhead I ran From Greenbriar to Gwinnett County I ran I'm a southern man, I stand, I really don't give a damn Rollin' down Buford Highway holdin' fifteen grand I've driven all over this town pumpin' daughters and sound From Buckhead to Cabbage Town, sure do get around Radar detector bleepin', whoop there go the po-po I'm too drunk to sing, so play the guitar solo I'm a southern man I said, "I'm a southern man!"