8ball - Southern n***a lyrics

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8ball - Southern n***a lyrics

[Hook - 2x] I'm a Southern n***a, Houston Texas n***a Syrup sipper n***a, candy paint dripper Wood grain gripper, chrome wheel spinner Land other man, hol' up Dirty n***a [Mr. Lee] I'm a Southern boy, that's why I act this way I'm rolling chrome 23's, on a Escallade We keep it crunk brah, we stay leaned up Foam cups, filled up with the purple stuff Houston Texas boy, I represent it boy Land of the Dirty Dirty, and them candy cars We rolling Cadillacs, with the wheel on back And the leather and wood, with the top back [Rell] I'm a Texas n***a, wide frame reckless n***a Cornbread breakfast n***a, you disrespect this n***a We hit a club or two, then get a clucker too Then get it popping like sodas, make 'em do the do We ride 22's, some call 'em Clyde the glide's We lean side to side, with the lean inside the ride You can't compare with I, I do what I feel Ice chain ice watch, light blue so I chill [Hook - 2x] [8 Ball] Big dog big rims, sub woofer shaking every car alarms Going off, and I can't see the smoke is heavy Legendary spitter, ho hitter and money getter Hot on the mic, when it comes to sh** like this I'm cold like Winter Southern n***a, but I don't know sh** bout cows and horses We hustle hard, cop that new sh** smoking on golf courses b**hes keep 'em got em, never had a problem getting em Flows keep 'em got em, never had a problem spitting em [E-Roc] Me I'm a dirty n***a, candy slab rolling n***a Ain't never had a job, paper still folding n***a E-Roc's a soldier n***a, Nodd Factor's holding n***a Sipping on grape Sprite, purple haze blowing n***a We exercise game, like 24 hour fitness 15's be knocking in your hood, like a Jehovah witness The streets love us mayn, sick cause they love us too Love it when TV screens, sky dive up out the roof [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Keke] It's the Don n***a, better be strapped and rolling hard with your guns n***a Slab riding, and fa sho I'm not the one n***a Try to test it ain't no playing, you'll get done n***a You better run, n***a This C.M.G. boy, ain't nothing for free boy And get it gangsta on the streets, ten a ki boy You know this Big Unit, with that dirty honey Get you a dirty bird, if you got dirty money [Slim Thug] The big Boss man, H-Town representer Slim Thugger, shut your town down when I enter Tall like a center, and a raw Dirty South boss I got what it costs, to get you bumped off I'm boss hogging, 22 inch crawling A young stunner never stalling, I ain't new to this balling I'm a vet, sliding on chrome in some'ing wet Pieced up thoed deck, represent for my set ha [Hook - 2x]

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