Playaz from the south

Playaz from the south Lyrics

[U.G.k]
Ya, hahaha...Well I been direct, break yo
kneck to get a peep of a TRU 11 goddamn fool. I came to sweep
you off your goddamn feet, now pass that sweet & get back, lookin'
for action, retaliation, that's where that sh*t at. Click clack
goes that pistol, bullets couldn't win, make a f**ked up ass
whistle, you know it's yo dismisal. Now this will nip it in
tha bud, for my brothaz in tha pen, I gots ta bust 2 nuts, nigga
whut? I put it down, keep puttin it down, so I advice hoes to
not f**k around, it's that underground. b**ch you couldn't cut
tha sound, would blow up, hold up, wrong move, but it's time
to call tha first family to handle these niggaz. Cuz we all
tha work, you b**ch niggaz made your eyez burn, I'm fo sure that
these G'z goin' fo', fo' fo, & blow fo' blow. It's Silkk,
Master P, & U.G.K front door, front row, slow it down hoe, you know?

[Chorus:]
Playaz from tha south stack gee'z, flippin' tight
on that white with that candy on them gold D'z [x4]

[Master P]
Foolz hate tha P cuz I'm bout it {bout it}
got them black soldierz owned & I'm rowdy. Ready to bust on tha
nigga that talkin' sh*t, I'm bad like J'Sun, but compare me with
them other niggaz, cuz I aaint shrive placin'. Y'all niggaz
gone off that fried black. I had f**ked mo' niggaz in tha game
then a quarter bag. I got them thinkin, killin them keyz, I'm
f**kin them devil done deeds, I'm trippin them keyz, tryna' make
this dope into quarter keyz. Ask me where I'm from, New Orleans
{New Orleans} Where them niggaz in tha projects be ballin'
slangin' that Iceberg & Plirens, runnin' from tha sirens{sirens}
Don't know how to completely work, tha f**k how to triple beam.
Eliminate niggaz like Kelgon{Kelgon} if there was a muthaf**kin'
band I'd be a Baraton{Baraton}. C tha P is from that muthaf**kin'
Calliope{Calliope} where them niggaz who bootin' up & have gold teeth
don't give a f**k bout a hoe{hoe}, & niggaz cuttin' on that wata
wata{wata wata}. We bout it bout it, don't give a f**k bout seeing
no muthaf**kin' tomorrow, & won't stop, send me to tha pen, I won't
stop till them muthaf**kin' saints go marchin' in.

[Chorus]

[Silkk]
1-2-3, you know Silkk a G (a G) all about
that muthaf**kin' mayo (mayo). Gold on my ride, front back
side 2 side, you know a nigga all about tha sells. I'm in front
of tha nigga that front, nigga ask yo b**ch ass to come. I'm
from that 3rd Ward (uptown) in other words I run this sh*t iight,
chill. For them niggaz that boast, I'll be like Blast 'em (blast em)
WAtch tha ground, before it gets full of smoke, & watch how it goes
like faster. sh*t aint gonna f**kin' change nigga, I think not,
cuz I be on tha same block, same house, same spot, same glock, but
more rock. f**k whut ya heard, recognize whut I be sayin', but y'all
I aint never gonna die, so when U.G.K, Master P, & I be Down South
Hustlin', I wasn't surprised. Cuz I be tha man ta stand, I'm
bound ta make a mil. Whoomp there it is, y'all haven't heard, but
y'all b**ches will. Believe me, I got 2 for 3, 4 for 5, hollah
at ya boy if ya need, & b**ch I'm out (fading)

[chorus]

[Pimp C]
Now do you blame me? A sweet for every
b**ch that I f**k, you have to bring 4 18 wheelers, fill em from
back to front. I'm Pimp C b**ch, ain't no mistakin', niggaz
tryin' to get tha cheeze, but b**ch I be gettin' bacon. Would
it candy just an every day thang rubb'n butt, because you like
tha way that my 5 wheel & my wheel look. Cuz I be comin' down,
cuz my heart be TRU, I'm f**kin' ya boo, gettin' a screw, nigga
whut up wit choo? I lived & wept fo ya nigga he had it comin'.
I represent my sh*t, cuz nigga I can't be no harder, & just
because we do popo, b**ches be thankin' we don't have a f**kin'
pocket full of stones. A drug deala with killaz, sip syrup
with murderaz, put food in my mouth incase you b**ches ain't
heard of us. Nigga, I live for tha bush, I live for tha crush,
I'm down with rich & royal muthaf**kin' flush, whut?? Ya,
tha muthaf**kin' organize noise boy, wassup?

[chorus]
[Pimp C in background talkin]