Down Heya (In The South)
作曲 : Grigsby, Holmes, Hose, Joseph ...
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
If 5 on 2, **** its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' with that
Georgia license plate
These ******, don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a *****, like me, so
I just stay
On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily
Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what
I mean, some ****, have a *****, stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the
Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' *****es get your boy caught up in that **** ****
I know they suckin ****, but they thanking the game
I spitI put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind
I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the
Attic Crew
No flaw within, we them
Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause
J-Bo is who
I be, won't **** with you
Don't **** with me, so can't you see through the enemies
Where be all you can ****in' be, stay sucker free
But first get some nuts before you **** around and bite the dust
Now ***** what, so what you got now if you ride out on them cruts,
HookAnd thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
A day late and a dolla' short on the cat walk, windin'
Tryin' to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23,
Shawty, three
U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years
I been scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't came up with nothin'
Let everybody get they time to shine still waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, ***** cryin', but the grind don't stop
Like time don't stop, like a ***** who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit fake chasers,
I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' gonna get me
Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
****in' around, gonna get you ****ed up, 4:30, the hill, law gone
Always underestimated, great don't gives a ****, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight
Don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what
I ****in' said
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Caprice and
Fleetwood ride good
Vouges with the beat
You might not understand a damn thang that
I speakI'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk,
I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what the **** you gonna do
When they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the
Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
VouguesWith all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the *****
I got the
Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethings can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you please tell me man
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
Down Heya (In The South)LRC歌词
作曲 : Grigsby, Holmes, Hose, Joseph ...
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
If 5 on 2, **** its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' with that
Georgia license plate
These ******, don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a *****, like me, so
I just stay
On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily
Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what
I mean, some ****, have a *****, stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the
Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' *****es get your boy caught up in that **** ****
I know they suckin ****, but they thanking the game
I spitI put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind
I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the
Attic Crew
No flaw within, we them
Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause
J-Bo is who
I be, won't **** with you
Don't **** with me, so can't you see through the enemies
Where be all you can ****in' be, stay sucker free
But first get some nuts before you **** around and bite the dust
Now ***** what, so what you got now if you ride out on them cruts,
HookAnd thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
A day late and a dolla' short on the cat walk, windin'
Tryin' to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23,
Shawty, three
U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years
I been scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't came up with nothin'
Let everybody get they time to shine still waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, ***** cryin', but the grind don't stop
Like time don't stop, like a ***** who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit fake chasers,
I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' gonna get me
Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
****in' around, gonna get you ****ed up, 4:30, the hill, law gone
Always underestimated, great don't gives a ****, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight
Don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what
I ****in' said
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Caprice and
Fleetwood ride good
Vouges with the beat
You might not understand a damn thang that
I speakI'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk,
I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what the **** you gonna do
When they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the
Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
VouguesWith all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the *****
I got the
Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethings can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you please tell me man
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door
Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
