Big Tymers

Big Tymers

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  • Big Tymers Down South Lyrics

           

    (feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne, Jazzy Pha)



    Yeahh.. scene so thick

    Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot

    Nuttin but that U.G.K.

    All the playas

    All the hustlers

    Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob

    Y'all know what it is



    [Ludacris]

    See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos

    A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow

    I'm rich bitch no more runnin round cold

    Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors

    Oh, yea I think the suckas now know

    That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low

    I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads

    I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin down shows

    Luda cash cheques that'll break the bank

    Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank

    You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me

    But all the Southern asses they keep me horny

    Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet

    Got the head of Universal to sign the cheque

    Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers

    Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin over

    Uhh



    [Mannie Fresh - Chorus]

    Caddie Devils

    Wood steerin wheels

    Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill

    With your foot in the gas

    Nigga whippin out cash

    Just blowin the grass

    (That's Southern cousin)

    Caddie Devils

    Wood steerin wheels

    Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill

    With your foot in the gas

    Nigga whippin out cash

    Just blowin the grass

    (And you thought it wasn't)



    [Lil Wayne]

    Ay ay

    Weezy the god bow down give praises

    I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix

    Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces

    I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic

    Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces

    Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty

    Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me

    Show appreciation for those who still with me

    Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy

    Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me

    Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah

    Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress

    Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access

    Young and play hard with no practice

    Feelin me is like huggin a cactus

    But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it

    South side



    [Mannie Fresh - Chorus]

    Caddie Devils

    Wood steerin wheels

    Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill

    With your foot in the gas

    Nigga whippin out cash

    Just blowin the grass

    (That's Southern cousin)

    Caddie Devils

    Wood steerin wheels

    Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill

    With your foot in the gas

    Nigga whippin out cash

    Just blowin the grass

    (And you thought it wasn't)



    [Mannie Fresh]

    Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt

    When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp

    Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car

    Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star

    Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain

    Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang

    On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks

    Buck naked outside neighbors callin police

    Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike

    Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like

    Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog

    Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall

    Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty

    Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys

    I'ma be Southern til the day I go

    From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes



    [Baby]

    I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard

    Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car

    I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth

    New cars new rims with the work in the drop

    I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit

    Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick

    Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich

    Super fly get money in the drop top six

    I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky

    Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride

    I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake

    M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state

    I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips

    Ten bikes customized everything we get

    I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin

    Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga



    [Jazzy Phae]

    Four on the whips Southern cousin

    Home in the hills Southern cousin

    Chromes and Devils Southern cousin

    Home cooked meals Southern cousin

    Woooo

    When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels

    Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel

    Wood on the console, chrome on the grill

    When you come down here you know what it is

    Wooooo

    [fade out]

    Four on the whips Southern cousin

    Home in the hills Southern cousin

    Chromes and Devils Southern cousin

    Home cooked meals Southern cousin

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