Deep Down South

Come on, uh...<br><br>[Lil` Ron]<br>I`m bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake<br>Eighteen`s, got little kids dropping milk shakes<br>I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda<br>Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over<br>Give em the cold shoulder, if they don`t listen<br>But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting<br>Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil` Reezy<br>It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me<br>Better believe me, its real in the field<br>My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill<br>In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer<br>And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier<br>I`m a clutch player, like Robert Ory<br>These cats ain`t balling, they telling stories<br>But ain`t gotta worry, bout H.S.E.<br>If I ain`t hating on you, then why you hating on me<br><br>[Chorus: Big Shasta]<br>We from the deep down South in the city<br>In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty<br>That`s why, I got to stay on my grind<br>So we can be a hundred percent, all the time<br>Y`all don`t know where we from (where we from)<br>Y`all don`t know where we been (where we been)<br><br>[Yung Redd]<br>Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes<br>Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke<br>You won`t see me riding, in any ole Benz<br>Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims<br>I got more Air Force, than the government<br>Every color pair, I`m so fly trust me I`m loving it<br>I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber<br>And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us<br>Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving<br>Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving<br>My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing<br>Still a young heathen, as long as I`m breathing<br>I pay for a show, turn it out then I`m leaving<br>The way the man told us, its flossing season<br>This year we got it made, we shining y`all<br>Even though we got a due, we still grinding y`all<br><br>[Chorus: Big Shasta]<br><br>[Lil` Flip]<br>Who am I, name is Lil` Flip<br>And I roll with, two clips<br>Just in case, something happen<br>While y`all niggas yapping, I`ma be capping<br>Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing<br>Glock 9`s, Tech 9`s, even a Mack 10<br>I`m not acting, I pack clips so<br>Play your roll, and stick to the script<br>Before I flip, and empty the clip<br>I`m Gladys Night, cause I`m a pimp<br>We eating shrimp, and catching planes<br>You know I`m great, at catching dames<br>And what`s your name, where you live<br>Will you give some brain, do you got kids<br>Cause if you do girl, its okay<br>So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier<br><br>[Chorus: Big Shasta]