Down South Big Tymers (Ft. Jazze Pha, Lil Wayne & Ludacris)

[Intro]
Yeah
Scene so thick
Talkin' 'bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nothin' but that UGK
All the players, all the hustlers
8Ball, MJG, Goodie Mob
Y'all know what it is

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
See, I'm a Southern-ass nigga with some Southern-ass hoes
A hundred thou' cash gets the Southern-ass flow
I'm rich, bitch, no more runnin' 'round cold
Or shootin' up windows and gunnin' down doors
Oh, yeah, I think the suckers now know
That the Hummer got dropped, keep it on the down low
I'm cruisin' up highways, stuntin' down roads
I'll open up shop, then I'm shuttin' down shows
Luda cash checks that'll break the bank
Then I'm in the old-school like Frank the Tank
You can't beat me, join' me, peeps, they bore me
But all these Southern asses, they keep me horny
Ooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
Got the head of Universal to sign the check
Meanwhile, Ludacris is out arrangin' Rovers
Every coast, watch out 'cause the South's takin' over (Let's talk about it)
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