Keep watching me and you'll see
I can show you how to be a Gee
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
(Ugh)
Lotta people talk shit bout the south
But they don't know shit bout the south
Neva lived here, but they spit like the south
Cuz don't nobody drop hits
Like the south
Candy on the cars I done did dat
Big ol gates at the crib where I live at
And if a jacker wanna live he betta get back
Cause fuck, I just don't give that
In Texas everythang larger
So much heroine
That's prolly why
It's so brown in the water
This the Real New Jack City Baby every corner is Da Carter
And like every other state
When da law come around
Everybody pull out they recorder
And it don't matter what you want
I got it, says
Over here and ova there
That'll take yo order
It's the south
Keep watching me and you'll see
I can show you how to be a Gee
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
Got a dope fiend to wipe my slab down
So I can be clean in the slab line
Martin Luther King on a Sunday was the shit and it still is
Come down on the slab time
Who shit all black on the Ave?
Mine
You can tell your girl
She can let her hair down
Just keep ya heat witcha
Cause the streets a get withcha
Have a real nigga rollin in the cab now
Styrofoam cup and you know what's in it
Raw paper cone and you know what's in it
Bitch booty so big
Look like two bitches
Put on all three rubbers
For you go up in it
Cause these hoes fuck
With the ballers
And the way that shit lookin
Dat shit all us
Hope you don't fall in love
You might see me in the background
Ya next time ya FaceTime call her
We don't love hoes, but we love Vaugues
And we love threes
And bumper kits
And Piece and chain
And watch and rang
Gotta spend a bankroll
Jus to fuck wit this
Some niggas rock Yeezy's
I still rock One's
Pocket full of money
Might not rock none
We don't talk alot of shit
Cause everybody got guns
Hoe niggas here, but neva nigga
But we not one
Keep watching me and you'll see
I can show you how to be a Gee
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
(You know I'm on my down south shit, That's right...)
I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby...(I'm always thinking bout the south, yea...)
One time for the bottom of the map
30 rounds in the bottom of the strap
Yella bone on the top of my lap
Down south we da best, no cap
Comin' down and the haters stay hurt
Self made on the front of my shirt
Street nigga sold rocks in the dirt
Come and get a real good number on the work
Top down and the windows go up
Big rocks on the front of my cup
Old school and a fresh new coupe
And some real big shoes on a brand new truck
South side bout to slip right in
On thangs when I flip I-10
Put ya money on a Texas boy
Down south we go show ya how to win
Keep watching me and you'll see
I can show you how to be a Gee
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
Round here Playa how ya gotta be? That's why I neva H.A.T.E
I'm just on my (down south shiid) I'm jus on my...(down south shiid) Baby
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