Chalie Boy - Down SouthLyrics

[Chorus: x2] This is how we, do it down South Platinum and the gold, ice in our mouth Fo's in place, Chi-Town fades 4's or blades, candy sprayed Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do On the grind stacking chips, with a gangsta crew Down here sipping lean, that's that purple stuff Staying thoed getting bucked, playas living it up Game spitters riding big, is a habit y'all Everything you dream about, we done had it y'all We got money yellow hoes, wearing g-string clothes Sport sweaters in the summer, cause our necks stay froze Gripping grain having change, hanging low as your belt If you want to be a man, go and get it yourself Down here we do it all, break laws and ball Ghetto stars for the cause, either stand or fall We live it up cause we love it, playa deal with that Tite getting it how I live, keep it real with that [Chorus: x2] Down South, yeah we ride on dubs Abuse them drugs, and hoes don't get no love We just some thugs, with ice that glow and glisten In a six hundred Benz, and the top is missing Sit back and listen, cause what I'm saying is real From Houston to Huntsville, boys got ice in grills We love to chill, and ride on candy paint Sip on drank, and blow on that stanky dank Down South, we known as that Dirty Dirty If you got your money right, I got them birdy birdies They going for thirty, yeah you heard me clear And if you didn't know nigga, that's how we do it down here Down here, we be off the chain Down here, we roll foreigns and wide frames Down here, riding on dubs and 4 swanging We staying iced up, from the heel to the brain [Chorus: x2] DJ Screw, mayne put a M down South So I pay cost to be the boss, keep a time out in the crime house We thoed we hold it down, wait for bidness no pleasure This game is serious, ask M-J-G he'll tell you Stay fired blowing big, sipping on a daily basis I got better with my cheddar, I'm bout stacking my faces It's the scrambling we gon handle em, living the best out our figgas And if I'm lying we be draping choose my son, you tripping When that Don from six, man I'm still a G to the N I'm staying fly cause you smile, showing love to my kin For shizzle my nizzle, from here McGregor we swang and bang And in Peru hotting dudes, chopping by is from the fame The girls best friend, princess cuts in everything You know what's his name, and I take a half and a chain This a down South patriot, and you know I won't stop Tops drop trunks pop, and make em body rock [Chorus]