UGK, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Playaz from the South lyrics
[UGK, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Playaz from the South lyrics]
Well live and direct
Break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin' Goddamn fool
I came to sweep you off yo Goddamn feet
Now pass that Sweet and get back
Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that shit at
Click-clack, that's that pistol
Bullets cuttin' wind
Make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it's yo' dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn't cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family
To handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo' eyes on
I'm so fo' sure
That these G's goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Fools hate the P cause I'm 'bout it
('bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other niggas
'Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo' niggas in
The game than a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's
Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans
(New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin'
(ballin') slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin' band
I'd be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope
(Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a fuck about a ho
And niggas stuntin' on that water (water)
You know we 'bout it, 'bout it
Don't give a fuck about
Seein' no motherfuckin' tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop 'til them motherfuckin'
Saints go marchin' in
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin' mail (mail)
Gold on my ride, front, back, side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don't fuck around with them
Niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come
I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea'
For them niggas that boast
I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga
Uh, I think not
'Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same Glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when UGK, Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
'Cause I'mma be the man to stand
I'm bound to make a mill'
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard
But y'all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three
Four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And bitch I'm out
Now if ya gave me a Sweet
For every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four eighteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front
'Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'
Niggas tryin' to get the cheese
But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an
Every day thing rubbin' bud
Because she like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look 'Cause I be comin' down
Nigga my heart be true
I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that Screw
Nigga what's up with you
I left it wet for ya nigga
He had it comin' though
I represent my shit 'cause nigga
I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin'
That we don't have a fuckin'
Pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keepin' food in my mouth
In case you bitches ain't heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush
I live for the crush
I'm down with Ricky Royal
And the motherfuckin' Flush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin'
Organized Noize boy, what's up
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know niggas be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you
Huh comin' down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy, ha ha
Break yo neck to get a peep
Of a true and livin' Goddamn fool
I came to sweep you off yo Goddamn feet
Now pass that Sweet and get back
Lookin' for action, retaliation, and reaction
That's where that shit at
Click-clack, that's that pistol
Bullets cuttin' wind
Make a fucked up ass whistle
You know it's yo' dismissal
Now this'll nip it in the bud
For my brothers in the pen
Every day I gots to bust two nuts nigga, what
I put it down, keep puttin' it down
So I advise hoes to not fuck around
This that Underground
Bitch you couldn't cut the sound
Would blow up, hold up
Wrong move, but it's time
To call the first family
To handle these niggas
Because we are the worst
You bitch niggas laid yo' eyes on
I'm so fo' sure
That these G's goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin' tight on that white
With that Candy on them gold D's
Fools hate the P cause I'm 'bout it
('bout it)
I got them black soldiers on and I'm rowdy
Ready to bust on the nigga that talkin' shit
I'm bad, like Jason
Don't compare with them other niggas
'Cause I ain't freebasin'
Y'all niggas gone on that fried black
I had fucked mo' niggas in
The game than a quarterback
I got them G's, them killers, them keys
I'm fuckin' doublin' them D's
I'm triplin' them T's
Tryin' to make this dope into quarter keys
Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans
(New Orleans)
Where them niggas in the projects be ballin'
(ballin') slangin' that Iceberg and Plirens
Runnin' from the sirens
Don't know how to comp
But work the fuck out a triple beam
Eliminate niggas like Calgon (Calgon)
If there was a motherfuckin' band
I'd be a baritone
See the P is from that motherfuckin' Calliope
(Calliope)
Where them niggas boot up and gold teeth
Don't give a fuck about a ho
And niggas stuntin' on that water (water)
You know we 'bout it, 'bout it
Don't give a fuck about
Seein' no motherfuckin' tomorrow
And won't stop, send me to the pen
I won't stop 'til them motherfuckin'
Saints go marchin' in
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (G)
All about that motherfuckin' mail (mail)
Gold on my ride, front, back, side-to-side
You know a nigga all about them sales
I don't fuck around with them
Niggas that front and stunt
Nigga ain't ask yo bitch ass to come
I'm from that Third Ward nigga (Uptown)
In other words I run this shit right chea'
For them niggas that boast
I be like blast it
Watch the ground gets full of smoke
And watch y'all get ghost like Casper
Shit ain't gonna fuckin' change nigga
Uh, I think not
'Cause I be on the same block, same house
Same spot, same Glock, cook more rock
Fuck what ya heard recognize what I be sayin'
Bitch ain't gon' never gon' die
So when UGK, Master P called me up
Be on Down South Hustlers, I wasn't surprised
'Cause I'mma be the man to stand
I'm bound to make a mill'
Whoop, there it is y'all haven't heard
But y'all bitches will
Believe me, I got two for three
Four for five
Holla at cha' boy if ya need me
And bitch I'm out
Now if ya gave me a Sweet
For every bitch that I fucked
You'd have to bring four eighteen wheelers
Fill em' from back to front
'Cause I'm Pimp C bitch, ain't no mistakin'
Niggas tryin' to get the cheese
But bitch I'm gettin' the bacon
And wood and candy just an
Every day thing rubbin' bud
Because she like the way that fifth wheel
And that grill look 'Cause I be comin' down
Nigga my heart be true
I'm fuckin' ya boo, I'm bumpin' that Screw
Nigga what's up with you
I left it wet for ya nigga
He had it comin' though
I represent my shit 'cause nigga
I can't be no ho
And just because we do perform
Bitches be thinkin'
That we don't have a fuckin'
Pocket full of stones
I done drunk Miller with killers
Sipped syrup with murderers
Keepin' food in my mouth
In case you bitches ain't heard of us
Nigga, I live for the rush
I live for the crush
I'm down with Ricky Royal
And the motherfuckin' Flush
Yeah, and the motherfuckin'
Organized Noize boy, what's up
Now I got holla at Port Arthur
And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas
Know what I'm talkin' about
I know niggas be hollerin' Texas
Just because it rhymes with Lexus
But see, we just cool like that
And uh understand that, uh
It ain't all about this rap boy
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you, I told you
Huh comin' down boy, fifth wheel
Grill, candy, ha ha