Various Artists - Playaz From the South lyrics

Yeah...uh huh...ha ha ha [Bun B] Well live and direct, break yo neck to get a peep Of a true and livin' got damn fool I came to sweep you off yo got damn feet Now pa** that sweet & get back Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction That's where that sh** at Click clack that's that pistol Bullets cuttin' wind make a f**ed up a** whistle You know it's yo dismissal Now this'll nip it in the bud For my brothers in the pen Every day I gots to bust two nuts n***a, what I put it down, keep puttin' it down So I advise hoes to not f** around This that Underground b**h you couldn't cut the sound Would blow up, hold up Wrong move, but it's time To call the first family to handle these n***as Because we are the worst You b**h n***as laid yo eyes on I'm so fo' sure That these G's goin' fo', fo' and blow for blow It's Silkk, Master P, and U.G.K Front door, front row, slow it down ho, you know [Hook x4: Master P] Playas from the South stack G's Flippin' tight on that white With that candy on them gold D's [Master P] Fools hate the P cause I'm bout it (Bout it) I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy Ready to bust on the n***a that talkin' sh** I'm bad, like Jason Don't compare with them other n***as Cause I ain't freebasin' Y'all n***as gone on that fried black I had f**ed mo' n***as in the game then a quarterback I got them G's, them k**ers, them keys I'm f**in' doublin' them D's I'm triplin' them T's Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans (New Orleans) Where them n***as in the projects be ballin' (Ballin') Slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens Runnin' from the sirens Don't know how to comp But work the f** out a triple beam Eliminate n***as like Calgon (Calgon) If there was a motherf**in' band I'd be a baritone See the P is from that motherf**in' Calliope (Calliope) Where them n***as boot up and gold teeth Don't give a f** about a ho (Ho) And n***as stuntin' on that water, water You know we bout it, bout it Don't give a f** about seein no motherf**in' tomorrow And won't stop, send me to the pen I won't stop til them motherf**in' Saints go marchin' in [Hook x4] [Silkk the Shocker] 1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G) All about that motherf**in' mail (Mail) Gold on my ride, front back side-to-side You know a n***a all about them sales I don't f** around with them n***as that front and stunt n***a ain't ask yo b**h a** to come I'm from that Third Ward n***a (Uptown) In other words I run this sh** right chea' For them n***as that boast, I be like blast it Watch the ground gets full of smoke And watch y'all get ghost like Casper sh** ain't gonna f**in' change n***a Uh, I think not Cause I be on the same block, same house Same spot, same Glock, cook more rock f** what ya heard recognize what I be sayin' b**h ain't gon' never gon' die So when U.G.K Master P called me up Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised Cause I'mma be the man to stand, I'm bound to make a mill Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard But y'all b**hes will Believe me, I got two for three, four for five Holla at cha' boy if ya need me And b**h I'm out [Hook x4] [Pimp C] Now if ya gave me a Sweet for every b**h that I f**ed You'd have to bring four eighteen wheelers Fill em' from back to front Cause I'm Pimp C b**h, ain't no mistakin' n***as tryin' to get the cheese But b**h I'm gettin' the bacon And wood and candy just an every day thing rubbin' bud Because she like the way that fifth wheel And that grill look Cause I be comin' down, n***a my heart be true I'm f**in' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that screw n***a what's up with you I left it wet for ya n***a, he had it comin' though I represent my sh** cause n***a I can't be no ho And just because we do perform b**hes be thinkin' That we don't have a f**in' pocket full of stones I done drunk Miller with k**ers Sipped syrup with murderers Keepin food in my mouth Just in case you b**hes ain't heard of us n***a, I live for the rush, I live for the crush I'm down with Ricky Royal and the motherf**in' Flush Yeah, and the motherf**in Organized Noise boy, what's up [Hook x4] [Pimp C talking] Now I got holla at Port Arthur And all them motherf**in' n***as in Texas Know what I'm talkin' about I know n***as be hollerin' Texas Just because it rhymes with Lexus But see, we just cool like that And uh understand that, uh It ain't all about this rap boy I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you Comin' down boy, fifth wheel Grill, candy ha ha