Southern Made Playa

<br>[k-roc]<br><br>K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we really can<br><br>Flossin in this bitch and go get funky bout my dividends<br><br>See Im gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha ends<br><br>Flossin through dallas, texas in tha new 2000 benz<br><br>Wit some hen, and a fat sack of indo, my head is in tha sky<br><br>Im gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see I dont neva choke<br><br>Cause I been blowin almost everyday, y you askin y? <br><br>In junior high, boy I been chiffin hay<br><br>Now Im gettin paid and like to blow mo than I used to blow<br><br>I like em burnin slow, so now Im off to get some optimos<br><br>Nigga, you didnt know, jus how we doin, got yo auntie, she pursuin<br><br>Yo lil sister been boo-hooin, and yo gal I been screwin<br><br>But Im movin on cause I cant let my paper stop<br><br>And she dont want me gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks from mine<br><br>Like 2pac on hennessey, until I pass out<br><br>Blowin on some green, I cant be seen, up in that glass house, playa<br><br><br><br>Chorus [x2]<br><br><br><br>Bounce, a southern made playa make tha crowd jus, bounce<br><br>And cant nobody do it like we do it in tha south<br><br>Got everybody talkin cause they know if its clown<br><br>Your preferably a rival when tha crooks hit yo town<br><br><br><br>[mr. pookie]<br><br>Tired of facin drama yall, watch this playa rip it<br><br>Wishin life was like a soccer ball, all my fools can kick it<br><br>Wassup wit it, k-roc gon and get tha switches from tha track<br><br>Southern made, grab tha blade, and split that bitch on down tha back<br><br>My reaction to tha weed is a calm cool state<br><br>Like a missle on tha way, I jus cant wait to detonate<br><br>In tha days of tha hemingway, rollin lovely blunts<br><br>Whos to say I saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it krunk<br><br>Bout to dump, on this niggaz wit tha m1 cock<br><br>Quick to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 beam on top<br><br>Bodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol texan, from tha crook<br><br>North dallas off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas shook<br><br>Peep and look, I stay creased, wit k-swiss up on my feet<br><br>Smokin blacks when it aint no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes indeed<br><br>Ima sleep, see passion for these hoes has got cha stronger<br><br>She dancin and unchancin, thats cause pookie all up on her<br><br><br><br>Chorus[x2]<br><br><br><br>[mr. pookie]<br><br>Look at cha southern made, playa laid, back in tha shade<br><br>Jus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit these blunts ima blaze<br><br>And today is jus anotha, like a muthafuckin otha<br><br>Its not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors<br><br>See them bustas, and organize a lick we finsta hit<br><br>Quick to skeam up on this nigga, out to get that treasure shit<br><br>Thats tha mind of a crook, jus a section in our brain<br><br>Where we felt like we couldnt have it, so we had to grab it man<br><br>Whos to blame? my conscience saw tha crooked times we livin in<br><br>Time to stack some dividends, Im at tha mall wit plenty ends<br><br>Its me again, playa of tha year, dark and lovely<br><br>Makin moves on hoes that love me, gurl stay back if you scrubby<br><br>And yo hubby, its best that he stay clear when Im near<br><br>Cause that static, cause of fear, me and yo bitch ova hea<br><br>Thats 4 real, so nigga stay back yo gurl has chosen<br><br>Dont wanna see you get yo face cracked, pookie has spoken<br><br><br><br>Chorus [til end]