Rick Ross - Down Here lyrics

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Rick Ross - Down Here lyrics

[Intro] You know what it is Its your boy back in the building This right here is one of them, one of them You know what im talkin bout [Hook] Down Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothaf**er, get it from the muscle Rain sleet and snow ain't but 2 things can touch us Penitentiary and bein dead as a mothaf**a Down Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothaf**er, get it from the muscle Rain sleet and snow ain't but 2 things can touch us Penitentiary and bein dead a mothaf**a Verse 1 [Petey Pablo] Man, I'm Carolina, stand on me, straddle the boy I look hard up at my son and the south at my daughter Sink into my lemonade is my tar river water And a half a bag of sugar I ain't even gotta stir it I parked the car away from curb cause I dont deserve it You ain't kickin me nowhere youngin im now in my 30s Want your pant dirty dog I can hadle that for ya Just a big just a bad thats a ??? Got so much sh** on my mind boy its best to keep walkin Especially if you got a f** n***a mentality problem I got a problem solver right here, look like a revolver Once it start revolving dog there ain't too much there to stop it Shout at weezy alcwheezy know the path that im on When he seen me walkin I was by myself in New Orleans How many miles you think it is for cacilac to New Orleans So you know this f**in boy here got some miles on him, don't he [Hook]x2 Verse 2 [Lil Wayne] Young Money Look Im from New Orleans where a n***a is a target 9 is expensive and a murder is a bargain You ain't from the city n***a stay within the margin Right now Im in the Royce got quad at home chargin Large and in charge yeah I be that beat And yeah Bush still wrong like 3 left feet And yeah the kush still strong and the hoes still work The toilets stopped up but the stove still work 30-30 lookin like a pole in my shirt You f**in with my cake ima turn you to dessert You give that boy a shovel and you put him to the dirt Now you are just a baby in the sternum of the earth Yeah I told Pete it's nothin send a track Heard it one time, k**ed it sent it back Wake up and smell the crack If you've been through New Orleans, you''ve been through hell and back Boy [Hook] Verse 3 [Rick Ross] Started at the corner store, then I wanted more I went and bought a 44, look im ready to roll I ain't with the nonsense ridin with them convicts Tryin to get my mom rich see daddy never done sh** Down Here, we eat steaks on the first of the month We flip work convertible and purposeful blunts Whip it the the kitchen, call it the hell hole Im on the cell phone, look another ho 12 gone Pushin the mercedes benz, its a necessity Embezzle me, I know the secrets to the recipe I feed the block, I satisfy their taste buds Champagne body case all you n***as Down Here we got a different kind of hustle Grind like a mothaf**a slipin im a touch ya Ima tell you once b**h, your f**in with the boss Show love to my n***a Petey Pete and Rick Ross [Hook]x2 [END]