Bun B - Southern Boy lyrics

[Mannie Fresh talking] Yeah,yeah yeah, if David Banner was here right now He would just look at y'all mutha f**as and go "Damn,Damn, Damn, Damn" If Flip was here he would go "What is y'all saying?" [Mannie Fresh] I'm push a truck, n***a I'm drive a Benz Mutha f** the 8's n***a I'm get the 10's I'm drink everything, I'm get drunk Watch the shoes, I'm show you dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk I'm be captivator, I'm be calm Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH I'm play Polo, I'm stay rich I'm bout to bust the southside in this b**h I'm stay with Sprint mutha f** Nextel (Can you hear me now, I don't love no gal) I'm eat chicken playa I'm sip lak And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back I'm get the candy paint just because I know you can't p**y, p**y, p**y your life is blank I'm get the new J's smoke all the purple haze I'm stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face [Hook: Lil Wayne] 2x Cause Im a mutha f**in' southern boy Coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean Heavy starch in my jeans I want Criss, want hard, f** a n***a, f** a broad You can't stop my southern flow Cause I'm a mutha f**in' southern boy [Baby] Look I ride the biggest truck 20 inches don't give a f** When I roll n***a know I'm plush Coming round and I'm high as f** Green truck, lift up, spinnin' blades is a must Wood grain, suede and leather, feelin' good with this Cali weather I can go in any hood get a n***a they know I could Coming round and I'm iced up too n***a 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 n***a know that I'm slanging that iron f** around trying to take my shine n***a know that I'm bout gettin' mine Hustlin, flippin' when I'm on that grind n***a know we got work uptown f** around and we shut you down p**y, p**y, p**y, you p**y p**y b**h [Hook] 2x [Bun B] I'm pimping 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, lookin' for a b**h to f** Find a s*ut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to s** I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on Just another pimp gettin' his stroll on b**h hold on You staring at a pimp, tryin' to look him in his eyes When you prctice southballin', if you get broke don't be surprised Tell no lies about this mackin', some win and some be losin' If you f**in' with my paper, you cruisin' for a bruisin' So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother She mutha f**in' paged chose a pimp like no other We all about that dollar b**h so when you see a pimp don't try to holla Wipe me down and pop my collar [Hook] 2x