"If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here...
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like this, here I say...."
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[Verse 1]
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Imagine me in a SUV
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Sports utility, them boys from Tennessee
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Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know
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Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango
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Ain't no players like down south players
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Them boys there do come clean, I swear
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Can't every click duck crew
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Do as we do
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(I'm bout to starve) Me too
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Let's get the seafood
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(whistles)
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All up in Red Lobster
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Hey girl, you got a table for 20 players and mobsters?
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Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleamin
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Beepers beepin, cell phones ringin
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(Hold up) This Haystak
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(What you doin' later on?)
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Come to the spot I'm droppin' the lyrics on this new song
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(How's it go?)
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It goes
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[HOOK]
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Down South Players (Gettin' payed in the game)
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Down South Players (Wearin' suede in the rain)
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Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
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Down South Players (Go by alias names)
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Down South Players (Gettin' payed in the game)
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Down South Players (Be wearin' suede in the rain)
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Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
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Down South Players - Play on!
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[Verse 2]
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Ooh-ah, it's about that time
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That I blaze a dime and pass it, write a rhyme
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Perhaps I'll finish the one I was workin on a few days ago
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Maybe they'll show me love and bump it on the radio
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Here it go-go-goes
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(Think I'm playin around?)
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Hit the studio
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(And start layin it down)
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You see us down south players, we don't mess around
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Whether we iced out, Dickied down
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(In and out of town)
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To this game I'm not new
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Karl Kani to FUBU
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Every fool in my crew
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Done did they share of doo-doo
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Man the south is cuckoo
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These fools are trying to shoot you
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Pistols be like (woah-woah)
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Bullets be like (toe to toe)
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha, where'd a white boy come from?
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In the top 20 throwin low blows at dum-dums
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My check comes in lump sums
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My name's found in chump's guns
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You want some, come get some
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Yo Dan, drop them damn drums!
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 3]
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Down south players handle big money business
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Can't you see the 20 inches while we gleamin' on y'all (gleam)
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See, we gon' ball
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Drop CD's like rainfall
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Cut through suckers like chainsaws, ha(Damn, dog!)
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Jump on the tour bus and ride out cross country
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Pack my bags, bitch, arrive-derce
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Next time you hear me probably be on C-D
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Next time you see me be on TV ba-by
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Hit like ball bats
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Thinkin we all that
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200 pound, 6-feet tall cat
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Talkin bout "where them broads at?"
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You got to love that
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Seperate the weak hearts from the thug cats
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O.G.'s from the rugrats
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Chill, Stak, fuck that!
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Roll like a bulletproof Tahoe
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Sittin on platinum Bravo's
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My entourage consists of Down South desperado's
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Follow the empty bottles, stems and seeds
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Til you find a million motherfuckers just like me
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I say...player...play on
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I say...player........play on!
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[HOOK]
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Down South Players
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Haystak |