Down South Pitbull (Ft. Duece Poppi & Plies)

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you're from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you're from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you're from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you're from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we 'bout, boy
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I'm on fire
28's chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin', but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24's on the Wagon, that's that G Benz
Two 44's looking like Siamese twins