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Playaz From The South
UGK, Master P, & Silkk The Shocker
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Yeah
Well, live and direct, break your neck to get a peep
Of a true and living goddamn fool
I came to sweep you off your goddamn feet
Now pass that sweet and get back
Looking for action, retaliation, and reaction, this where that shit at
Click-clack, that's that pistol
Bullets cutting wind, make a fucked-up ass whistle
You know it's your dismissal, now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen', every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what?
I put it down, keep putting it down
So I advise hoes to not fuck around, this that underground
Bitch, you couldn't cut the sound, we blow up, hold up
Wrong move, buddy, time to call the first
Family to handle these niggas 'cause we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid your eyes on, I'm so for show
That these G's going four-for-four and blow-for-blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down, ho, you know
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Fools hate the P 'cause I'm 'bout it
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on a nigga that talking shit, I'm bad like Jason
Don't compare me with them other niggas 'cause I ain't free-basing
Y'all niggas gone on that fried black
I have fucked more niggas in the game than a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fucking them, jabbing them G's, I'm twinning them T's
Tryna make this dough into a quarter kill
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans
Where them niggas in the project be balling
Slanging that iceberg and plot rings, running from the sirens
Don't know how to comp but work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon
If there was a motherfucking band, I'd be a baritone
See, the P is from that motherfucking Cali, yo
Where them niggas boot up with gold teeth don't give a fuck about it ho
And niggas fronting on that water-water
You know we 'bout it-'bout it, don't give a fuck about seeing no motherfucking tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen'
I won't stop 'til them motherfucking saints go marching in
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
One, two, three, you know Silk a G (a G)
All about that motherfucking mayor (mayor)
Gold on my ride from back, side to side (uh)
You know a nigga all about them sales (hit it, nigga)
I don't fuck around with them niggas that front and stunt
Nigga, ask your bitch ass to come in from that third ward, nigga (uptown)
In other words, I run this shit right chea
For them niggas that boast, I be like blasting
Watch the ground get full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gon' fucking change, nigga, I think not
'Cause I be on the same block, same house, same spot
Same Glock, but more rocks, fuck what you heard
Recognize what I be saying, bitch, I ain't never gon' die
So when UGK and Master P called me up on down south hustlers, I wasn't surprised (uh)
Bitch, I'ma be the man, understand I'm bound to make a mill'
(Whoomp, there it is, y'all haven't heard?) But y'all bitches will
Believe me (I got two for three, four for five)
Holler at your boy if you need me, and bitch, I'm out
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Now if you gave me a suite for every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four 18-wheelers, fill 'em from back to front
'Cause I'm Pimp C, bitch, ain't no mistaking
Niggas trying to get the cheese, but bitch, I'm getting the bacon
And wood and candy just an everyday thing, rubbing wood
Because you like the way that fifth wheel and that grill look
'Cause I be coming down, nigga, my heart be true
I'm fucking your boo, I'm bumping that, screw, nigga, what's up with you?
I left it wet for your nigga, he had it coming, though
I represent my shit 'cause, nigga, I can't be no whore
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinking that we don't have a fucking pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers, sipped syrup with murderers
Keep a boot in my mouth in case you bitches ain't heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush, I live for the crush
I'm down with Ricky Royal and the motherfucking Flush
What? Yeah
And the motherfucking organized noise, boy
What's up, Big Black?
Players from the South stack G's (yeah)
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Players from the South stack G's (nigga from the motherfuckin' crowd stack G's, boy)
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's (you better recognize)
Players from the South stack G's (we be talkin' all brand new, boy)
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's (motherfuckers bound to this, bad boy)
Players from the South stack G's (yo, T, cat, you what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Flipping tight on that white with that candy on them gold D's
Now I got to holler at Port Arthur
And all them motherfucking niggas in Texas, you know what I'm talking 'bout
I know niggas be hollering Texas just 'cause it rhyme with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh, understand that, uh, it ain't all about this rap, boy
I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I told you, huh
Coming down, boy, fifth wheel, grill, candy
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