Southern Boy - Big Tymers, Lil Wayne, Bun B

Yeah, yeah yeah, if David Banner was here right now

He would just look at y’all mutha fuckas and go

«Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn»

If Flip was here he would go «What is y’all saying?»

I’m push a truck, nigga I’m drive a Benz

Mutha fuck the 8's nigga I’m get the 10's

I’m drink everything, I’m get drunk

Watch the shoes, I’m show you dudes, I’m bout to pop the trunk

I’m be captivator, I’m be calm

Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH

I’m play Polo, I’m stay rich

I’m bout to bust the southside in this bitch

I’m stay with Sprint mutha fuck Nextel

(Can you hear me now, I don’t love no gal)

I’m eat chicken playa I’m sip lak

And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back

I’m get the candy paint just because I know you can’t

Pussy, pussy, pussy your life is blank

I’m get the new J’s smoke all the purple haze

I’m stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face

Cause Im a mutha fuckin' southern boy

Coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean

Heavy starch in my jeans

I want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad

You can’t stop my southern flow

Cause I’m a mutha fuckin' southern boy

Look I ride the biggest truck

20 inches don’t give a fuck

When I roll nigga know I’m plush

Coming round and I’m high as fuck

Green truck, lift up, spinnin' blades is a must

Wood grain, suede and leather, feelin' good with this Cali weather

I can go in any hood get a nigga they know I could

Coming round and I’m iced up too

Nigga know bout me and my crew

Laying low, being cool

Smoking weed is what we do

Moving ki’s bought that coupe

Stacking G’s is what we do

Nigga know that I’m slanging that iron

Fuck around trying to take my shine

Nigga know that I’m bout gettin' mine

Hustlin, flippin' when I’m on that grind

Nigga know we got work uptown

Fuck around and we shut you down

Pussy, pussy, pussy, you pussy pussy bitch

I’m pimping through the south holding my nuts

I’m in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch

White cuts with that stitch and tuck, lookin' for a bitch to fuck

Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck

I’m truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on

Just another pimp gettin' his stroll on bitch hold on

You staring at a pimp, tryin' to look him in his eyes

When you prctice southballin', if you get broke don’t be surprised

Tell no lies about this mackin', some win and some be losin'

If you fuckin' with my paper, you cruisin' for a bruisin'

So let there be no confusion, pimping ain’t no illusion

Don’t believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother

She mutha fuckin' paged chose a pimp like no other

We all about that dollar bitch so when you see a pimp don’t try to holla

Wipe me down and pop my collar