Z-ro - Going Down in the South lyrics

(feat. Big Boss) [Z-Ro:] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big red And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari gla**es on my face, hand cannon on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth f** a n***a named Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the South [Hook:] Pistol packers and jackers, and bad a** b**hes on the track Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks Six or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:] It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a half of the O.G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key You n***az don't know me, you so baloni You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be We don't talk to police, leave that to you fonies Disguised as homies, to get me felonies I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean Been at it since 14, you can't control me So quit the baloni, 'fore I go where your folks sleep Hit your block and it's on G, the strap sits cozy It claps but don't speak, leave flats no slowly So don't provoke me, I was raised in the struggle Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it's double f** stunting but if you want, Boss'll teach you how to hustle [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red And just like I got partnas that's free, I got partnas in the FED I got partnas in the state, for k**ing n***az or moving weight I even got n***az in the Army, in Baghdad and Kuwait Every block you pa** in H-Town, you gon see a candy ride Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side Down here jackers don't hide, they be out all in the open Therefo' when I'm in floss mode, I might shoot anybody that's approaching Hit a n***a be it a b**h, cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch Any given time I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich Laws hara**ing as they pa**, protect and serve they never do that Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black So f** the laws except Officer Tony, cause he real Behind the badge he a Mo City n***a for life, and that's why we chill Rest in Peace Big H.A.W.K., I think about you all day all night I'll see you again one day, whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life [Hook]