Jazze Pha - The Real Comin' Down lyrics

(Jazze Pha) Ladies and gentlemen! (Gentlemen, gentlemen) Baad Boy This is the moment you've all been waitin' for Sho' nuff, sho' nuff A Jazze Phizzle produc-shizzle Eightball and MJG! Bun B, Slim Thug, let's go (Hook, Slim Thug) Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' (Jazze Pha) Ladies and gentleman! (Bun B) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Verse 1, Eighball) I make the money, money don't make me South-side, til' I die, poetry, Ol' G Lookin' good, in my big black S-U-V Fat boy wit' the brains, be wit' MJG Full of sticky green, I'm a fiend for the 'Dro Got dough, young pimpin', just a slow flow pro Lean in the paint, on my old school beamin' Pop the trunk quick n***a, gimme one reason Ice on my wrist, got my ho arm freezin' My neck stay froze, it don't matter what the season Eightball, fat boy, call it how ya see it Pimp, gutter, young n***a, in a quarter-million dollar whip (Hook, Slim Thug) Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' (Jazze Pha) Ladies and gentleman! (Bun B) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Verse 2, MJG) Rollin' through the city wit' the top let back, I Hit the trunk bu*ton, make it pop like that, I'm M-J f**in' G, I'm not a coward or a snitch, it's Too many n***as out here illegitamite I'm ridin' and I'm leanin', get my swerve on good But I'm, seein' more haters than a third eye could It's a must, I be keepin' the 4-5 right here, why? It's the only thing that you boys might fear Baby girl, how do you really make it shake like that? How can, you be so thick, and have a waste like that? It's important to keep it so gritty-gritty, I know You can, smile in my face and then steal my dough But I'm (Hook, Slim Thug) Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' (Jazze Pha) Ladies and gentleman! (Bun B) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Verse 3, Bun B) I'm in a big-body slab, wit' the rear chopped off (Off) Sittin' on bu*ter leather, that's tear-drop soft (Soft) Interior stitched and tucked, like ya grandmas quilt And my cup of syrup ain't half empty, it's half filled Gotta Cigarillo full of that lavender 'Dro ('Dro) Everyday's a holiday, on my calendar, ho (Ho) Put the ice around my neck, and I start up the light show And proceed to takin' over, you cut with the white snow This one here is for my ballers and my true street thugs My real trap-or-die n***as, movin' street d** Keep ya grip on ya motherf**in' strap on tight So soon as you see a hater, you can clap on site It's the king of the trill, and the underground too Step in the ring b**h, you won't make it to round two Eightball, lil' JG, and U-G-K Showin' ya how to ride and swerve, the true G way We comin' down (Hook, Slim Thug) Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' Ridin' and swervin' (Jazze Pha) Ladies and gentleman! (Bun B) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Whoa) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Whoa) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Whoa) Comin' down Comin' down, comin' down (Whoa, whoa)