Yella Beezy - Down South lyrics

(La Musica de Harry Fraud) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Look What's the sense of it all? Pimpin' powder, and pussy tryna make pennies See ni**as lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows In the 90's a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke Now the find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow One of my ni**as was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows I mean face it that's growth, pay attention take notes You over 40 and movin' work better be by the boat Better be by the dock, better not be by your home If ni**as really wan' hurt you, they gonna leave you alone 'Cause them peoples is comin' Where your loyalty youngin'? When a rapper say, "Free my ni**a", his lawyers get hungry Now everybody wanna be a trap ni**a 'cause them rap trap ni**as get paid And don't nobody want to be a trap, trap ni**a when them badge ni**as got you on tape, yeah Art imitatin' life, now y'all just saying lies Got these suburbanites, thinkin' y'all ain't afraid to fight Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right? Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights Down south slangin' music with these hustlers Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (No) I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a fu*k though Keep it true to self and keep it cool, my ni**as cutthroat Run it Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key (Key) Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (Three) Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (A P) Smoke a pussy ni**a like I rolled me a leaf (Like a leaf ni**a) Or smoke put holes in his teeth (Ayy) Boom bop pow put a hole in his cheek (Ayy) ni**a talkin' tough but you a hoe in these streets (Ayy) Come a get nanni freak hoes in the sheets (Ayy) Hustle like a muthafu*ka (Oh, oh), ni**as servin' scudda bu*ter (Oh, oh) Pussy ni**as undercover (Oh, oh), and I ain't studder motherfu*ka (Oh, oh) Hit 'em with the blocka blocka (Oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (Oh, oh) You borderline dick-su*kers, tryna take pics, su*kers Baby, make your leg bend, yellow b*tch a red skin In DC like a red skin, come and give me head then My youngin' pop a lead in ni**a swing your dred than Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how ni**as play it then (On God) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (Yeah, look) Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin' (Oh), servin' all these costumers (Uh-huh) Like Bill I keep these pills but keep a heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay) On the real you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause it's untouchable Big black knows my hip, yeah I'ma shoot that b*tch ain't cute but she still fu*kable (Huh) Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school had packs like lunchables Took gats on gats, .45's and MACS, we bust those straps so comfortable (Boom) Hunnid chops no fun with her (Ayy) On adderall but still functional (Vroom) Still aired out at a functional (What?) That Draco so dysfunctional Used to be robber Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (Uh-huh) Yellow bone on top give me sloppy top as I lay (su*k it) Pull up on a op hit him with a chopper rocker as he lay (Boom-boom) I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay Bang, we don't really tussle If I can't get that thang in then I'm not finna go clubbin' (Hell nah) Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust sh*t, I can't trust nothin' Can't even trust my Crip, because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo) Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters