Down South Players

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