E.S.G. - Down South lyrics

(*talking*) Texas (H-Town, T-Town), Louisiana Mississippi, Florida, Arkansas and Georgia, Dirty South [Hook] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips n***a I'm from Down South (Down South) I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks n***a I'm from Down South (Down South) And you can tell, the way the Hummer sit n***a we from Down South (Down South) We independent, n***as getting rich Yeah we from Down South (Down South) And we be banging Screw [E.S.G.] Enough talk about these fake a** kings, and title holders Here's the definition of a Boss, fake soldier You say the game over, it just begun I'm Pac, Big and Pun all rolled in one Helped a lot of n***as out, like Flip and Slim Thug Three years in the Penn, don't make me scuff my Tim's up This AK-47, will f** your limbs up It's styrofoam homie, we don't f** with pimp cups Independent millionaires, quick to pull your card All American Gangsta, better peep the Billboard f** a bodyguard, it's Glocks and mack 10's I'm like that b**h n***a Bush, I'm still gon win Top 10 f** Gin, Purple Potion in the Benz A long haired twin, with her lesbian a** friend She like the blue lens, and my Davins that spin But what I'm thinking, how to get these bricks to Michigan Do it again do it again, then flip my ends Now I'm riding in a Phantom, homie f** a Benz ATL what it do, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn Them Florida n***as, ain't scared to do you in Alabama, Arkansas country boys getting paid b**h it's D-O-G, we control the dope trade Use to ride on blades, we stepped it up a notch Now it's 26 and 24, that's spinning every block Yeah Texas sip lean, even Beanie Sigel sipping n***as start tripping, Desert Eagle start ripping So what you gon do, when the gun's in your mouth E.S.G.-SES, and we represent the South g'yeah [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now what you know bout Bayou Cla**ic, or the Southern Homecoming Gram in Shreveport, f** court cause we running Tiger Paw Cla**ic, or the Dallas Cottonbowl Air shocks on the drive, (*zip-zip*) dropping low Hit that Florida A&M, or Daytona for the weekend Texas beach party, see we do a lot of freaking 24's creeping, bullets leave you leaking O.G. in his prime, b**h my breaks ain't squeaking Cause we getting money, but ya snakes ain't eating Sound on the voice, sound like a earthquake beating In my ear lobe so here hoes, pay attention while I'm flowing It's sk** showing and my diamonds glowing, like my ear straight to arm Connection we wrecking, keep plexing won't see your blessings Smith-N-Wesson leave messes, on n***as chests oh yes it's Houston Texas chin checking, Bogalusa my section Cadillac my collection, it's pimping at it's perfection g'yeah [Hook]