Southern Comfort Remix lyrics

Lady singing:
It goes on and on......

Mystikal:
So this how it's goin down, hungh n*gga?
Big Mike:
Yeah, it's how its happenin like that, loc
Mystikal:
That n*gga Big Mike
Big Mike:
That n*gga Mystikal
Mystikal:
Layin it down, layin it down, layin it down
Big Mike:
Playin wit' cake, playin' wit cake, playin' wit cake
Hungh Bra
Mystikal:
Say dat' there'
Big Mike:
Fo sho
Knawmean?
Y'all know whats up
Big daddy style

{Big Mike:}
Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five gallons of D'Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts
Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need
But I'm always gee'd keyed with a bag of weed
Yes indeedy, I'm the player with the ball in hand
Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand
Now it ain't hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step
Platinum and gold, these hoes know my f*ckin rep
Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy
Now I'm back with the skills and the real flock to see me
Now be me, be me, many a n*gga tried to imitate this style
Couldn't do i,t had to go home and practise for a little while
Longer, stronger back in '97 and '98 I'm droppin hits
Partner, stay off my di*k, now quit
Tryin to portray the type of n*gga you can never be
Mystikal:
sh*t, Big Mike the dopest n*gga you will ever see
Big Mike:
Puttin' it down for my crown, partner, what you say?
Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May
{Mystikal:}
sh*t, I was born and raised in New Orleans
I grew up on second line and gumbo, red beans
Canal Street, river-walkin'
Everybody shout to da diz-nine(9th ward), hungh bra, ya not to be talkin'
Pointin gats like they do in the movies
Every night n*gga made the news
Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes
'Stik can remember when them n*ggas went for hard
They would round up they boys and so-called represent they Ward
When you get to the club it's gon' be some sh*t-startin
And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, b*tch, I beg your pardon
If you're a buster, then you're bust-up
If you're a sucker, you're gettin sucked up, tough luck
Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto
Cause all that gettin-f*cked-all-over-sh*t played out with lotto
Foot on tha brakes and ease off the throttle
Before I bust you in your sh*t with this King Cobra bottle
Make the b*tch respect Michael Tyler
Lord know a n*gga don't want to, but all you muthaf*ckas gotta
Not wantin the Gucci's, tellin time through Movado
I don't sell no powder, but I'm stackin g's in my closet
Uptown n*ggas livin violent
Westbank n*ggas gettin clicked out, Downtown n*ggas gettin violent
I'd probably be dead or locked down if it wasn't for rappin
Cause where I'm from n*ggas ain't havin fun unless they scrappin
Goin to war brawlin
b*tch, don't get mad with me, that's how it is in New Orleans
b*tch it goes on
It goes on ri' chea
It goes right here in New Orleans...