Down Here

Lyrics

(*Scarface*)
 I want y'all to bust some shit man
 And tell these niggaz man, that y'all invented
 That motherfucking for, every motherfucking body
 And they mama, trying to bust man
 (ha-ha, really though), you know I'm saying man
 Niggaz out here man, steal y'all shit on chrome
 Ass wanna be E.S.G., kinky ass niggaz man
 Bring they hat to they motherfucking ass man
 Let these hoes know how we do it down here
 [Hook - 2x]
 (down here), ha we like to roll on dubs
 (down here), we keep a chicken head up in the club
 (down here), my thugs they get nothing but love
 (down here), we off the chain like you thought we was
 [Slim Thug]
 I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers
 Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers
 We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full of golds
 Country niggaz and hoes, down here is how we roll
 When something's tight it's thoed, when we shine we hold
 You got cash cars and clothes, you balling out of control
 Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang
 The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain
 You got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab
 You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab
 Boys that hustle they grind, and if your diamonds shine you blind
 You making money looking good, then you showing your behind
 You blow endo that's do-do, screwed up means slow mo
 You ride big body Benz, you riding big body fo' do'
 Fa sho though you know, how that Texas talk
 I'm trying to stack my green, I mean fill up my vault
 [Hook - 2x]
 [E.S.G]
 Down here playboy, the gumbo's hot and spicy
 Twinkies twist and crawfish, my wrist all icy
 Better watch your wifey, down here we off the hook
 You was smart that, better back-back take a look
 I'm from the city where crooks, wear Cardiers and Rolleys
 In Texas we partnas, in Louisiana they whodies
 But it's the same thing, on this side of the Mississippi
 Two hundred dollas a bottle, ain't talking bout Crissy
 Talking bout codeine, baby fill up my cup
 2002 Escalade, Billy grill on my truck
 Now hold up maan, top down in the Bentley
 With a bad chick, in my tape Monica Lewinsky
 Made a mill independent, can't touch me kids
 Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
 (fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
 I'm the boss see the cross, hanging off of our bellys
 [Hook - 2x]
 [Lil' Keke]
 I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea
 We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year
 (down here) we like to ball, play above the rim
 E.S.G., the young Don and a thug named Slim
 (down here), we tolerate no type of disrespect
 Have a bitch acting bad, on that do' and that X
 (down here), we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
 And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
 (this year), I'm gonna switch it to the platinum frame
 Do shows with plenty hoes, that be screaming my name
 (down here), it ain't no telling when you talking bout us
 Got rocks in both ears, cause that shit is a must
 (down here), we break hearts and leave punks for dead
 We don't claim the blue or red, cause our city is FED
 (down here), I'm better known as Lil' Keke the Don
 Getting rich and going hard, to get it all for my son
 [Hook - 2x]

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Duration
04:23
Key
11
Tempo
178 BPM

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