Letras Down South Shit - Z-Ro, Lil Keke

Down South Shit

Keep watching me and you’ll see\nI can show you how to be a G\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\n'Round here playa, how you gotta be\nThat’s why I never H.A.T.E.\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\nA lot of people talk shit 'bout the South\nBut they don’t know shit 'bout the South\nNever lived here, but they spit like the South\n'Cause don’t nobody drop hits like the South\nCandy on the cars, I done did that\nBig ol' gates at the crib where I live at\nAnd if I jack 'em wanna live, he better get back\n'Cause a fuck, I just don’t give that\nIt takes us everything larger\nSo much heroin that’s probably why it’s so brown in the water\nThis the real New Jack City, baby every corner is the carter\nAnd like every other state when the law come around\nEverybody pull out they recorder\nAnd it don’t matter what you want I got ese’s over here\nAnd over there that’ll take your order\nIt’s the South\nKeep watching me and you’ll see\nI can show you how to be a G\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\n'Round here playa, how you gotta be\nThat’s why I never H.A.T.E.\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\nGot a dope fiend to wipe my slab down\nSo I can be clean in the slab line\nMartin Luther King on a Sunday was the shit and still is\nCome down on the slab town\nOh shit, all black on the ave now\nYou can tell her girl she can let her hair down\nJust keep your heat with you 'cause the streets’ll get with you\nHave a real nigga rollin in the cab now\nStyrofoam cup and you know what’s in it\nRaw paper cone and you know what’s in it\nBitch woodie so big look like two bitches\nPut on all 3 rubber 'fore you go up in it\nCause these hoes fuck with the ballers\nAnd the way the shit looking, that’s all us\nHope you don’t fall in love\nYou might see me in the background the next time you FaceTime call her\nWe don’t love hoes but we love foes\nAnd we love 3's and bumper kits\nAnd pizza chain and watch it rain\nGot a spend a bankroll just to fuck with this\nSome niggas rock Yeezys, I still rock Ones\nPocket full of money, might not rock none\nWe don’t talk a lot of shit 'cause everybody got dubs\nHoe niggas hearing it, but nigga we not one\nKeep watching me and you’ll see\nI can show you how to be a G\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\n'Round here playa, how you gotta be\nThat’s why I never H.A.T.E.\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\nOne time for the bottom on the map\nDirty rounds at the bottom of the strap\nYellow bone on the top of my lap\nDown south we the best, no cap\nComing down and the haters stay hurt\nSelf made on the front of my shirt\nStreet nigga so rocks in the dirt\nTryna get a real good number on the work\nTop down and the windows go up\nBig rocks on the front of my cup\nOld school and a fresh new coupe\nIt’s a real big shoes on a brand new truck\nSouthside 'bout to slip right in\nOld things want to flip by ten\nPut your money on a Texas boy\ndown south, we gon' show you how to win\nKeep watching me and you’ll see\nI can show you how to be a G\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby\n'Round here playa, how you gotta be\nThat’s why I never H.A.T.E.\nI’m just on my down south shit\nI’m just on my down south shit, baby