Fat Pat - Comin' Down lyrics

(*talking*) Say-say-say P-A-T, come taste this right here (maan), huh that's muddy baby Southside What's up Pat, (know I'm saying) ha 2000 and 3 We still in here I see you Screw, peep this [E.S.G.] E.S.G. and P-A-T, doing it like a Screw reunion We up before the sunrise, this paper we persuing So tell me what you doing clown, you can't hold us down Independent franchise, nationwide or underground Smelling like a pound, spitting verbs and nouns Before you score a touchdown, I'ma knock you out of bounds 17 rounds hold up now, watch me take your town over Can they mess with Cedric Sosa, is Bobby Brown sober Hell naw I'ma ball, like Donovan McNabb Come down in H-Town, I'll show you how to ride slab Southside mash, watch us come down Everytime we pa**, gla** rolling round Be about your cash, never slow down Who is S.U.C., I bet they know now (tell em fool) I came a long way from Grey Tapes, your boys been cowards E.S.G., P-A-T Southside twin towers [Hook - 2x] Ring the alarm, the S.U.C.'s in the house E.S.G. and P-A-T'll let you know, (it's bout the South) So close your mouth, about to clown (We coming down, down-down) [Fat Pat] It's the big pimp, called F-A to the T Come to Houston Texas, if you wanna see me Back in '93, n***as use to diss me Because I'm rolling faster see, with that C.B But I popped up in 9-5, on my strive 7-Deuce Impalas, what n***a let me ride Coming down slow, with my bubble lights on Crawling down slow, when I'm riding on chrome Chrome disc covers, what's up motherf**ers I'm burning out the lot, and a n***a sliding rubber Holding on my Glock, and I'm ready to let it happen Cause Fat Pat coming through, naw I ain't capping Bout to let it rip, rolling mothership We bout to take a flip, (Southside is the sh**) (what you doing Pat), I'm bending corners It's the big pimp, blowing on marijuana (huh) [Hook - 2x] Southside, (watch us come down) Do you love the Southside, (watch us come down) It's bout the South, (watch us come down) S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E, (watch us come down) [E.S.G.] Southside where I reside, I hold it up with pride My 22's glide, f** that fake Gucci inside I prefer some buck hide, whenever the Boss ride Me and Slim connected, I ain't forget about my side Now the S is for the Southside, or the syrup we be sipping The O is for them big fat, ounces we be flipping I ain't tripping, the U's for undisputed underground The T's for thinking thoed, last H hold it down Now dog see you ain't tripping, E and Pat just great This album hit the sto' I'ma make sho, his son get his check And I won't lose respect, for nobody down with me 2000 and 3, come down with Pat and E.S.G. let's ride [Hook - 3x] Man I wrecked that