Paul Wall - Down South Hustlers lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dolph] All my b**hes say I'm dirtier than a motherf**er Pineapple fanta and it's dirtier than a motherf**er Shot out to Bun I'm ridin' dirty than a motherf**er A half a million, all 20's it got blood on it Presidential day-day and it's flooded homie I just left the car loft and spend another check Hunnid band profit and I didn't break sweat I dozed of on that drank and almost had another wreck My lil b**h stay mad at me cause I don't get no rest I'm always out here chasin' money so she get no s** I'm in that drop top, bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber n***a I'm down in Houston on that boss sh** like Thugga, n***a Got everythang on my own so I'm like f** a n***a World wide, cross the county stackin' ruffles n***a [Hook: Young Dolph] She a good girl but lil' mama bad though She got a small waist but a fat a** though Thirty points I had to take came in the gla** though Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door [Verse 2: Slim Thug] I got G's out of Memphis that'll k** for me And everywhere I go the hood still love me Cause Thugga is a hustler, Thugga is a boss Thugga made it trough them droughts on that nasty North Me and Paul still tippin', sippin' with that Dolph Got 'em ridin', red fo's, breakin' boys off Kottonmouth kush blunts back to back Nowadays ridin' Rovers but still keep a clean 'Lac Thank god everyday, I ain't gotta sell packs I ain't tryna see the FED's I like my bed where it's at Countin' these stacks like I'm gettin' platinum plaques Livin' that boss life, breakin' hoes like the mack [Hook: Young Dolph] She a good girl but lil mama bad though She got a small waist but a fat a** though Thirty points I had to take came in the gla** though Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door [Verse 3: Paul Wall] No nuts mean no money No money you must be a dummy No dummy that's a fifth wheel It's only March but this my fifth grill Packin' the steel, chasin' the mill Workin' the wheel, yeah I'm the man Make me a ticket and I f** it all off Codeine [?] and kush cause I can Chain with the chunk a 70 grand Trunk with the bang it sound like a band Whenever I pa** it's turnt like a vent Pardon me girl I know she a fan On lean with a xan Backwood packed with 3 or 4 grams Thumbin' through money Got codeine sweatin' out all of my glands Oil change, this new drank just ain't the same Scopin' out boppers long range But not for profit they chasin' change [Hook: Young Dolph] She a good girl but lil' mama bad though She got a small waist but a fat a** though Thirty points I had to take came in the gla** though Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door