Big K.R.I.T. - The South lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - The South lyrics]
Mississipi Nigga (Mississippi playa)
Ay check me out
I ain't got time for these niggas
Out here that's steady hating
Just copped them Chevy so
Knock us niggas skating
Hip hip to the end of this
Expedition that we've been taking
Headed down to Jackson just the see
What the fuck was shakin
I told them niggas I'm the
Realest of the real
I've got that gangster, gangster
Gangster of grills
So a nigga wanna know bout me from the 3OB
That block I'm from
Where niggas don't play around spray
Around got them guns
See what I mean my nigga
See what I'm saying cuz
While you was running yo mouth
We out here making bucks
Turn on TV screen and see CT300 on BET
We at the block on the 12's diamond and DVD
I been a G forever forever that's what I be
I turn this G style like a bitch
That wants to fuck with me
Too many niggas done fell
Victim tryna battle me
Why have you got the life that cavalry
Pull up run up cut up cut up
Watch me get deep up in em
And keep going going going
Like hood cat spitters
You niggas is uptight like a broad
With some fucked up extensions
I know more niggas with white
Than a triple K convention
Back again shawty shawty with
All that crunk shit
Make a nigga girate and fall out
Just like all that crunk shit
Know men know me KRIT yeah I put shit down
The only mainstream martyrs
Thats still underground
Follow me to the South
Follow me to the streets
If you can't keep up my nigga
Follow me on the beat
I got a reputation for wreckin
And that's for sure
I got the game in a choke
Hold and I ain't letting go
I'm on a mission familiar player
I stop for nothing
Unless there's dimes on my side
And they steady twerkin something
They know they quote it the poet
Yo guess I'm bouts to blow
I love this music but truly
Nigga i'm bout my dough
And the boys wanna know about the
About that grand on the wheel that would
Ay hold up, ay hold up
Yeah them niggas wanna know about my time
(bout my time)
Ay is you shawty cuz you know it's going down
(it's going down) ay hold up, ay hold up
Ay check me out
I ain't got time for these niggas
Out here that's steady hating
Just copped them Chevy so
Knock us niggas skating
Hip hip to the end of this
Expedition that we've been taking
Headed down to Jackson just the see
What the fuck was shakin
I told them niggas I'm the
Realest of the real
I've got that gangster, gangster
Gangster of grills
So a nigga wanna know bout me from the 3OB
That block I'm from
Where niggas don't play around spray
Around got them guns
See what I mean my nigga
See what I'm saying cuz
While you was running yo mouth
We out here making bucks
Turn on TV screen and see CT300 on BET
We at the block on the 12's diamond and DVD
I been a G forever forever that's what I be
I turn this G style like a bitch
That wants to fuck with me
Too many niggas done fell
Victim tryna battle me
Why have you got the life that cavalry
Pull up run up cut up cut up
Watch me get deep up in em
And keep going going going
Like hood cat spitters
You niggas is uptight like a broad
With some fucked up extensions
I know more niggas with white
Than a triple K convention
Back again shawty shawty with
All that crunk shit
Make a nigga girate and fall out
Just like all that crunk shit
Know men know me KRIT yeah I put shit down
The only mainstream martyrs
Thats still underground
Follow me to the South
Follow me to the streets
If you can't keep up my nigga
Follow me on the beat
I got a reputation for wreckin
And that's for sure
I got the game in a choke
Hold and I ain't letting go
I'm on a mission familiar player
I stop for nothing
Unless there's dimes on my side
And they steady twerkin something
They know they quote it the poet
Yo guess I'm bouts to blow
I love this music but truly
Nigga i'm bout my dough
And the boys wanna know about the
About that grand on the wheel that would
Ay hold up, ay hold up
Yeah them niggas wanna know about my time
(bout my time)
Ay is you shawty cuz you know it's going down
(it's going down) ay hold up, ay hold up