Southern Boy lyrics

[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yeah,yeah yeah, if David Banner was here right now
He would just look at y'all mutha f*ckas and go
"Damn,Damn, Damn, Damn"
If Flip was here he would go "What is y'all saying?"

[Mannie Fresh]
I'm push a truck, n*gga I'm drive a Benz
Mutha f*ck the 8's n*gga I'm get the 10's
I'm drink everything, I'm get drunk
Watch the shoes, I'm show you dudes, I'm bout to pop the trunk
I'm be captivator, I'm be calm
Hat to the shirt, to the pants playa WOAH
I'm play Polo, I'm stay rich
I'm bout to bust the southside in this b*tch
I'm stay with Sprint mutha f*ck Nextel
(Can you hear me now, I don't love no gal)
I'm eat chicken playa I'm sip lak
And push the old school Caddy with the Diamond in the Back
I'm get the candy paint just because I know you can't
pus*y, pus*y, pus*y your life is blank
I'm get the new J's smoke all the purple haze
I'm stick with game spittin', game spittin' in your face

[Hook: Lil Wayne] 2x
Cause Im a mutha f*ckin' southern boy
Coming down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
Heavy starch in my jeans
I want Criss, want hard, f*ck a n*gga, f*ck a broad
You can't stop my southern flow
Cause I'm a mutha f*ckin' southern boy
[Baby]
Look I ride the biggest truck
20 inches don't give a f*ck
When I roll n*gga know I'm plush
Coming round and I'm high as f*ck
Green truck, lift up, spinnin' blades is a must
Wood grain, suede and leather, feelin' good with this Cali weather
I can go in any hood get a n*gga they know I could
Coming round and I'm iced up too
n*gga know bout me and my crew
Laying low, being cool
Smoking weed is what we do
Moving ki's bought that coupe
Stacking G's is what we do
n*gga know that I'm slanging that iron
f*ck around trying to take my shine
n*gga know that I'm bout gettin' mine
Hustlin, flippin' when I'm on that grind
n*gga know we got work uptown
f*ck around and we shut you down
pus*y, pus*y, pus*y, you pus*y pus*y b*tch

[Hook] 2x

[Bun B]
I'm pimping through the south holding my nuts
I'm in my candy apple red cadillac car rolling them dutch
White cuts with that stitch and tuck, lookin' for a b*tch to f*ck
Find a sl*t lil fifty buck, look like you need this di*k to suck
I'm truck turner pimping, with Issac Hayes roll on
Just another pimp gettin' his stroll on b*tch hold on
You staring at a pimp, tryin' to look him in his eyes
When you prctice southballin', if you get broke don't be surprised
Tell no lies about this mackin', some win and some be losin'
If you f*ckin' with my paper, you cruisin' for a bruisin'
So let there be no confusion, pimping ain't no illusion
Don't believe me ask (?), she shorted my lil brother
She mutha f*ckin' paged chose a pimp like no other
We all about that dollar b*tch so when you see a pimp don't try to holla
Wipe me down and pop my collar
[Hook] 2x