Organized Noize - South Muzik lyrics
My name Wayne and I came to party My watch an Icee and my chain a Frostee Them b**hes like me, but they mayne's is salty I ain't on strike three, but his brains'll cost me See I'mma chill Like waitin for the doctor I'm awaitin for the proper head doctor hey I need a check up, and mami tellin me her man need to step up I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door And my n***as like "I ain't tryin' hate on yours I'm like boy I don't save no who*e, oh no I'm too small to go against the cold So I grab me a freak and be like, "let's roll" Cause after the afterparty is the muhf**in bachelor party That's what's up, master suite master me And we be "ungh" all night like Master P yeah My name Wayne and I came from money I gotta pretty b**h wit me, but her brains is ugly Got a city b**h wit me, but her brains is country Yeah a silly b**h wit me, man her brains is dummy Be smart I'll take the brains of dummies That desert eagle new, workout plan, brain then tummy I ain't got no umbrella and it's rainin' money I'm dumb better than these lames that's stuntin I run better like, Corey Dillion for the New England Pats They like, no he didn't get that new Bentley black and white Sure he did, no kiddin', know he kitted it Know he told the dealer make sure there's no equivalent So that makes this a one of one That means none before it, none to come Young money but the money ain't young neither's the night What are you drinkin' make it a double you in trouble OH My name wayne and I came to rock I come a long way from turnin' c**aine to rock And like the song say get, getcha a** on up But her thong say pull me down or to the side And I go and say, sweetie can you open up your walkway Bet I run up and down your hallway all day sh** Ain't nothin like a hard day menage I call it three the hard way, Ohhh Hollygrove hard case, Scarface all face Very similar to my pa face, I'm particular bout my court case I ride fly, look out the window you saw space I ride high, my interior tye die, I'm so superior You lookin' at Cash Money's interior you hearin' me Birdman, J-R a period, holla at a n***a when you're serious sh**