Текст песни Way Down South - LoKo

Way Down South

We do it in the south
(where the south at)
Way down south
Puffin' on them blunts
It’s time for the cream of the crop
The rise to the top
My clique got Major Bank
Comin' out the south pop rocks, fill the sky
Rise above the rest, see my nuts is too big in size we do the tests
Mr. Feel Good, painted gold
I would take another hit, but I’m already baked
End of scene this dick, but super stores
My homie Big OOMP and something starvin' Marvin'
In the back with the plaques of skunk and sippin' more
No love for you playas', the haters will roll
Now I’ll step with, see it ain’t no thing to clown
I be the G from tha LC (Lo Clan)
Way down south the ATL
(Pre-Hook):
That’s where I be
That’s where I dwell
That’s where dem' G’s ride drop tops
And taco sells
I got this show and tell bout' the southerns
Homies be puffing on dem' blunts puffin' gangsta hits
(Hook):
Way Down South, this be by the southerns
We be puffin' on dem blunts puffin' gangsta hits (3x)
Southern players be ridin' D’s, rollin' on tripple G’s
Smokin' on oouuwwee
I can barely breathe
As we turn down at Simpson Road, whiskin' that dough
I got a whole load of caine' to get them out of their clothes
My homie knows, got the smoke, on some of these can’t even ride Warranty on
the P, guaranteed to get you high
You need to find some i can feel some
Still puffin' 20 blunts and man they keep comin'
It feels funny, hear these fools claim my label
Busters ain’t even down
I hear them busters hollar ATL, but they ain’t from my town
If you don’t know us, go before us
We talk 45's they will do the talkin' for us
(Hook):
Way Down South, this be by the southerns
We be puffin' on dem blunts puffin' gangsta hits (3x)
This is how we ball in the south, back up and give me room
I got somethin' for you outlaw G’s, busters too
Let me school these fools bout' the city where I’m from (ATL)
If you’re comin' with that witness, homie don’t even come
Somethin' the south be craving we won’t attack
Yeah we got the Macs but we also got them Gats and facts
Heard it, figures, ya’ll may got some G’s, but the south got
Dem' killas'
With triggers ain’t low key backin' the Gat
With pounds of bank, pockets fat with Major Bank
What you think?
Playas full of papers and cash
Mr. Rob Banks baby, I was down for the blast
Watch your ass ain’t no need to flod your plex
Partner just back up on my nuts and give my city respect
To ATL
(Pre-Hook):
That’s where I be
That’s where I dwell
That’s where dem' G’s ride drop tops
And taco sells
I got this show and tell bout' the southerns
Homies be puffing on dem' blunts puffin' gangsta hits
(Hook):
Way Down South, this be by the southerns
We be puffin' on dem blunts puffin' gangsta hits (3x)
(Outro):
Hell yeah, yeah shawty, shawty
What’s up lil' buddy
Nothin' but that south
I know it’s country, but vibe your head to it
Where the south at
Where the south at, yo
Yo represent, represent
Where the south at
Where the south at
ATL, A — Town
Yeah Loko da' Lunatic from that Big Oomp Camp checkin' in
Show these busters how we do it way down south
Top Quality Productions
Sammy Sam
Intoxicated
Baby D, Lil C
My partner Slim J, Lo Clan
Everybody in the whole A Town
Everybody just need to take a trip down south