Z-Ro, Big Boss(eng) - Going Down in the South lyrics
[Z-Ro, Big Bosseng - Going Down in the South lyrics]
H-o-u-s t-o-n, t-e-x-a-s
Where you can get good weed good drank
Or even get put to rest
Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click
Or rep the Swishahouse
And we don't play games we gon take aim
Or punch you in your mouth
On a paper chase for that big bread
HPD act like dick heads
Cause they wanna know what we're smoking
And how much coedine in our big red
And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's
And we don't tolerate jackers
We take jackers to Vietnam
Sunday night is well connected
With Big Steve and Captain Jack
Tuesday night we at the rocks
With ten cars deep and all them Lacs
Jumping stacks dump a gat
Steel jabs and quarterbacks
Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap
Money we need all of that
Bulgari glasses on my face
Hand cannon on my waist
Candy blue paint on my ride
Trouble in the front in the back is Grace
Joseph McVey that's my name
And I taste diamonds in my mouth
Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks
It's going down in the South
Pistol packers and jackers
And bad ass bitches on the track
Everybody you come across
Trying to stack stacks
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
We got diamonds in our mouth
Around our arms and round our necks
Six or seven days
And we ain't been to sleep yet
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
It all started with a tour of the BC
To a half of the OG
Some dudes still fish swear
In a spot that's low key
You niggas don't know me, you so baloni
You play in the pig pen
I hang where the folks be
We don't talk to police
Leave that to you fonies
Disguised as homies, to get me felonies
I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine
My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean
Been at it since 14, you can't control me
So quit the baloni
'fore I go where your folks sleep
Hit your block and it's on G
The strap sit's cozy
It claps but don't speak
Leave flats no slowly so don't provoke me
I was raised in the struggle
Good kush and kool-aid
So they stay in a huddle
If you call me on the blank runs
The next time it's double
Fuck stunting but if you want
Boss'll teach you how to hustle
Some of my partnas ride blue
Some of my partnas ride red
And just like I got partnas that's free
I got partnas in the FED
I got partnas in the state
For killing niggas or moving weight
I even got niggas in the Army
In Baghdad and Kuwait
Every block you pass in H Town
You gon see a candy ride
Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy
Right by his side
Down here jackers don't hide
They be out all in the open
Therefo' when I'm in floss mode
I might shoot anybody that's approaching
Hit a nigga be it a bitch
Cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch
Any given time I look like new money
To somebody that wanna get rich
Laws harassing as they pass
Protect and serve they never do that
Instead of love they pull out a billy club
And beat us till we blue black
So fuck the laws except Officer Tony
Cause he real
Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life
And that's why we chill
Rest in Peace Big HAWK
I think about you all day all night
I'll see you again one day
Whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life
Where you can get good weed good drank
Or even get put to rest
Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click
Or rep the Swishahouse
And we don't play games we gon take aim
Or punch you in your mouth
On a paper chase for that big bread
HPD act like dick heads
Cause they wanna know what we're smoking
And how much coedine in our big red
And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's
And we don't tolerate jackers
We take jackers to Vietnam
Sunday night is well connected
With Big Steve and Captain Jack
Tuesday night we at the rocks
With ten cars deep and all them Lacs
Jumping stacks dump a gat
Steel jabs and quarterbacks
Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap
Money we need all of that
Bulgari glasses on my face
Hand cannon on my waist
Candy blue paint on my ride
Trouble in the front in the back is Grace
Joseph McVey that's my name
And I taste diamonds in my mouth
Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks
It's going down in the South
Pistol packers and jackers
And bad ass bitches on the track
Everybody you come across
Trying to stack stacks
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
We got diamonds in our mouth
Around our arms and round our necks
Six or seven days
And we ain't been to sleep yet
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
It's going down in the South
(going down in the South)
It all started with a tour of the BC
To a half of the OG
Some dudes still fish swear
In a spot that's low key
You niggas don't know me, you so baloni
You play in the pig pen
I hang where the folks be
We don't talk to police
Leave that to you fonies
Disguised as homies, to get me felonies
I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine
My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean
Been at it since 14, you can't control me
So quit the baloni
'fore I go where your folks sleep
Hit your block and it's on G
The strap sit's cozy
It claps but don't speak
Leave flats no slowly so don't provoke me
I was raised in the struggle
Good kush and kool-aid
So they stay in a huddle
If you call me on the blank runs
The next time it's double
Fuck stunting but if you want
Boss'll teach you how to hustle
Some of my partnas ride blue
Some of my partnas ride red
And just like I got partnas that's free
I got partnas in the FED
I got partnas in the state
For killing niggas or moving weight
I even got niggas in the Army
In Baghdad and Kuwait
Every block you pass in H Town
You gon see a candy ride
Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy
Right by his side
Down here jackers don't hide
They be out all in the open
Therefo' when I'm in floss mode
I might shoot anybody that's approaching
Hit a nigga be it a bitch
Cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch
Any given time I look like new money
To somebody that wanna get rich
Laws harassing as they pass
Protect and serve they never do that
Instead of love they pull out a billy club
And beat us till we blue black
So fuck the laws except Officer Tony
Cause he real
Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life
And that's why we chill
Rest in Peace Big HAWK
I think about you all day all night
I'll see you again one day
Whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life