Representin' da South

歌詞

[Chorus x4] I be the nigga representin' da south Ba da de bow We be luv Slangin' dope Sprayin' some Hittin' licks Fuckin' tricks [Verse 1] Speakin' of fuckin' tricks Some of them suckin' dick Even they stank is sick You know who's hittin' licks Gettin' wet Frontin' 'bout a MD ballas Strappin' up then tryin' to be shot callas Servin' the hustlas Born for the block They might hit low so they tell us to cop A cut, cut, cut and a chop, chop, chop Bitches hittin' switches like a cha, cha, cha Run for shop We can't get robbed Bitches gettin' high So it's head, booty cop Hoes suckin' dicks like lollipops If a nigga slick robber Then a nigga gettin' dropped Whereva ya from do ya do it like ya do it Cuz where we from we gonna do it like we do it In my "A" Representin' weak in dis Catch a booty while i'm kickin' this My nigga hittin' fronta this shit I know, thought ya know When ya hear reality flow Plus I know dough Spendin' chrome for the gold Skee-lo ya know Hot house smoke jo's Grindin' ya know [Chorus x4] [Verse 2] I've neva seen frontin' my advice Fuck niggas betta think twice A bama wit a dew shit ain't nuthin' nice But 'cha niggas wanna do I hunt yo ass like a gold sweaty liver headed jew Gamblin' all my riches away But that's ok I can go rob for that shit the next day Robbin' for bricks and ki's Puttin' dealers on their knees To survive ??? what a nigga need Now I be Jet mail like a rubber venom And playaz hataz I'm still spittin' slugs in 'em Makin' money like Lutchie Hustlin' for coochie Tryin' ta make a million dollars livin' all in ??? Spittin' bricks like a gymnist Gettin' dope from buyer Prez Clinton Can't mop for the album Shit we still got connections If I go I still like to when i'm high I thought I be stuck tryin' ta make fuckin' pigs fly Get connected to my music like Tre to his basketball Makin' sure ya rhyme in this industry Another fall If ya think this dream belongs to you Never gone Consider gone gamblin' wit this dude So I started makin' lil' chump change I still the same nigga ain't a damn thing changed [Bridge x2] Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga Haha, Luc Duc fo' tha 99 to the 2009 Let's ride, let's ride One to tha one to tha one check two Hit 'em on tha mic Nigga stir me like stew Lil' Cross says fuck you and your crew Eight six nigga like a stick in that dude I'm tha same, balla balla Bless your chain, balla balla I don't stop until I'm high I'ma smoke until I die Ride [Chorus x4]