E.s.g.

E.s.g. - Down South lyrics

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[talking]

Texas (H-Town, T-Town), Louisiana

Mississippi, Florida, Arkansas and Georgia, Dirty South



[Hook]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from Down South (Down South)

I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks

Nigga I'm from Down South (Down South)

And you can tell, the way the Hummer sit

Nigga we from Down South (Down South)

We independent, niggaz getting rich

Yeah we from Down South (Down South)

And we be banging Screw



[E.S.G.]

Enough talk about these fake ass kings, and title holders

Here's the definition of a Boss, fake soldier

You say the game over, it just begun

I'm Pac, Big and Pun all rolled in one

Helped a lot of niggaz out, like Flip and Slim Thug

Three years in the Penn, don't make me scuff my Tim's up

This AK-47, will fuck your limbs up

It's styrofoam homie, we don't fuck with pimp cups

Independent millionaires, quick to pull your card

All American Gangsta, better peep the Billboard

Fuck a bodyguard, it's glocks and mack 10's

I'm like that bitch nigga Bush, I'm still gon win

Top 10 fuck Gin, Purple Potion in the Benz

A long haired twin, with her lesbian ass friend

She like the blue lens, and my Davins that spin

But what I'm thinking, how to get these bricks to Michigan

Do it again do it again, then flip my ends

Now I'm riding in a Phantom, homie fuck a Benz

ATL what it do, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn

Them Florida niggaz, ain't scared to do you in

Alabama, Arkansas country boys getting paid

Bitch it's D-O-G, we control the dope trade

Use to ride on blades, we stepped it up a notch

Now it's 26 and 24, that's spinning every block

Yeah Texas sip lean, even Beanie Sigel sipping

Niggaz start tripping, Desert Eagle start ripping

So what you gon do, when the gun's in your mouth

E.S.G.-SES, and we represent the South g'yeah



[Hook]



[E.S.G.]

Now what you know bout Bayou Classic, or the Southern Homecoming

Gram in Shreveport, fuck court cause we running

Tiger Paw Classic, or the Dallas Cottonbowl

Air shocks on the drive, (*zip-zip*) dropping low

Hit that Florida A&M, or Daytona for the weekend

Texas beach party, see we do a lot of freaking

24's creeping, bullets leave you leaking

O.G. in his prime, bitch my breaks ain't squeaking

Cause we getting money, but ya snakes ain't eating

Sound on the voice, sound like a earthquake beating

In my ear lobe so here hoes, pay attention while I'm flowing

It's skill showing and my diamonds glowing, like my ear straight to arm

Connection we wrecking, keep plexing won't see your blessings

Smith-N-Wesson leave messes, on niggaz chests oh yes it's

Houston Texas chin checking, Bogalusa my section

Cadillac my collection, it's pimping at it's perfection g'yeah



[Hook]
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