down south Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your banjo 'cause we don't like that shit we're we come from
, eh Joc, what up nigga? A nigga quick produced this shit? Hell yeah Shit crazy, homie My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat I got some killers
I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that? My rhymes like crack, fiends screamin', ?Gimme dat? A fiend
out and straight couldnt work it wouldnt work without that sicc so page a nigga quick so i can serve you some of that shit and have you murderin
'll workin' on?" "Nigga, who the fuck is this?" "This P, nigga, what's happenin?" "This ain't no mutha fuckkin' P "Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
Chorus So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you
you would fall for anything If you dont stand for something But thats for certain but niggas dont be listen and that shit be hurting No all of us but some
got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome
whips off the the lots again, rockin' all spots I'm in North, South, East, West overseas and back again DJ's fiend for the wax to spin, some of ya'll gon' need some
But you all still missin' the point like a free throw shot Get it this ain't some you learn this is some you earn Turn it up and give me some to burn
barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in, Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit, Because you bite my shit, Switch it around and recite my shit,
but bitch yall never break me like some fries cook got shit in your eye work niggas like i'm down south servin french fries at burgar king nigga im
, gangsta-ass bitches yaknowhamsayin'? My brothers gettin' money out here yaknowhamsayin'? Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the club buck Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Yeah, yeah MJ, G up in yo shit like some
local until ya heard me on Down South Hustlers, it was nation That told this shit is my creation Is it real, yeah, cause niggaz wearin' soldier rags and shit
[Snoop Dogg] Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit Yeah.. We got my nigga Fiend in the house C-Murder in this motherfucker Mystikal all up in
Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin' Others are dyin', some of 'em victims When you come from South Central LA That shit
? Musical intention that we have is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but
[snoop dogg] Yo, fiend, magic, check this out. This snoop dogg. I got a problem with this nigga down south, ya know what I'm sayin? Round y'all way.