[Mannie Fresh talking:]
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yeah, yeah, yeah, If David Banner was here right now, he would just look at y'all mutha
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fuckas and go "DAMN",
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If Flip was here he would go "What Is Y'all saying ?"...
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[Mannie Fresh]
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I'm a push trucks, nigga I'm a drive Benz,
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Muthafuck the 8's nigga I'ma get the 10's,
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I'ma drink everything, I'ma get drunk,
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Watch the shoes, I'ma show ya dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk,
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I'ma be captivator, I'ma be calm,
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Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH,
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I'ma play Polo, I'ma stay rich,
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I'm about to bust the southside in this bitch,
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I'm a stay with sprint, mutha fuck Nextel,
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(can you hear me now, I don't love no girl)
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I'ma eat chicken player, Ima sip lak,
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And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back,
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I'ma get the candy paint just because I know you can't,
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Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, your life is blank,
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I'ma get the new J smoke all the purple haze,
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I'ma stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face,
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[Chorus X2 (Lil' Wayne)]
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Cause I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy,
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coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean,
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heavy starch in my jeans, I
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Want Criss, want hard, fuck a nigga, fuck a broad,
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you can't top my southern flow,
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cuz I'm a mutha fuckin southern boy
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[Baby]
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Look we ride the biggest truck,
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20 inches don't give a fuck,
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When I roll, nigga know I'm plush
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Coming round' and I'm high as fuck,
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Green truck, lift up, spinning blades is a must,
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Wood grain, suede and leather, feeling good with this Cali weather,
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I can go in any hood, get a nigga they know I could,
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Coming round and I'm iced up too,
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Nigga know bout me and my crew,
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Laying low, being cool,
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Smoking weed, is what we do,
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Moving Ki's, bought that coupe,
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Stacking G's is what we do,
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Nigga know that I'm slanging that iron,
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Fuck around trying to take my shine,
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Nigga know that I'm bout getting mine,
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Hustling, flippin when I'm on that grind,
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Nigga know we got work uptown,
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Fuck around and we shut you down,
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Pussy, pussy pussy, you pussy pussy bitch..
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[Chorus X2]
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[Bun B]
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I'm pumping thru the south holding my nuts,
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I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch,
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White cuts with that stitch and tuck, looking for a bitch to fuck,
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Find a slut lil fifty buck, look like you need this dick to suck,
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I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on,
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Just another pimp getting his stroll on bitch hold on,
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You staring at a pimp, trying to look him in his eyes,
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When You practice southballing, if you get broke don't be surprised,
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Tell no lies about this macking, some win and some be loosing,
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But pimping never dying cuz these hoes is steady choosing,
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If you fucking with my paper, you cruising for a bruising,
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So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion,
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Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother, she mutha fucking paged chose a pimp
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like no other,
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We all about that dollar bitch, so when you see a pimp don't try to holla, wipe me down and
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pop my collar..
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[Chorus X2]
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Southern Boy
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Big Tymers |