Keep It Southern

(アルバム： From Start To Finish - 2005)

Stop, stop, stop....
Look but don't touch it
If ya rub up against it
I hope that you don't scuff it now
[x3]

(Stop, stop, stop, stop...)

I keep a sack of that sticky icky
A chrome nine millie wit me
A guy to watch my back
Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me
You either represent me
Or your up against me
Where I'm from
They let loose until the clips is empty
Tennessee, I'm from that volunteer state
Where when people get to drinking
The violence just escalate
We got young ass boys, driving Escalades
We whipping Caprice's the color of lemonade
So much pearl, that them bitches look laminated
Pass by your girl, the bitches look captivated
Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated
I got indicted
And these haters 'round here celebrated
Show me a hole in the wall and a microphone
We get 'em riled up, in here things get thrown
Ornery, thats the way we roll
Rock northern California, the same as home
Now come on

Pumping is nothing they scuffling
Pushing and shoving they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumping
Pumping the brakes and we stunting
Trying to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumping is nothing they scuffling
Pushing and shoving they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumping
Pumping the brakes and we stunting
Trying to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Big booty white broads, who she in the H-2?
Coming through the drive thru
Sitting on them (ohh uhhoo's)
Hippie starch, Timberlands with the matching jacket
I got that automatic, hate to have to cap a faggot
Blowing big
I'm on the scene spending massive cabbage
Catch me in traffic and transit
Cause I be mashing damn it
Imagine your hustle, amplified by twenty times
No time to sleep, it's a continuous grind
An in the street grinding
Like a motherfucking pepper shaker
Rolling like a 18 wheeler (breaker, breaker)
I eat fader faker, like Waltor Payton leave 'em shook
Got the law tryna hit me with the book
(Ha Ha)
We roll up, like cigarillos, six figure fellows
Bitches be like hello, haters be like hell no
Southern girls keep it shaking like some jello
Get off in the mix
And your subject will catch an elbow

Pumping is nothing they scuffling
Pushing and shoving they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumping
Pumping the brakes and we stunting
Trying to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumping is nothing they scuffling
Pushing and shoving they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumping
Pumping the brakes and we stunting
Trying to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Down south money getters
All go no stop
Broads treat my pocket
Like the center of a blow pop
We don't smoke sacks
Naw boy we blow crops
Hit the mute button boy
[siren]
Don't you see those damn cops?
Heads bobbing up and down
Gone on that stupid juice
Looking for a reason we can act a fool, sup fool?
Fuck you, duck dude he's got a gun
Try not to fall
You get stomped when everybody run
I holla hey lil mama you the right height right width
Is that your girlfriend I'm into that bi shit
I've been addicted since the first time I tried it
The sight of them tongues touching gets me excited
Stack mack baby, ain't a glitch in my game
Vaginas begin to glisten when you mention my name
And I don't drink champagne, but I'll buy some
And bust a bottle on a bitch if he try something
Tell that boy! Now...

Stop, stop, stop....
Look but don't touch it
If ya rub up against it
I hope that you don't scuff it now
[x3]

(Stop, stop, stop, stop...)

Pumping is nothing they scuffling
Pushing and shoving they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumping
Pumpin the brakes and we stunting
Trying to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumping is nothing they scuffling
Pushing and shoving they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumping
Pumping the brakes and we stunting
Trying to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)