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Down Like That

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Dirty South

Down Like That wurde am 30. November 1999 von Empire Recordings als Teil des Albums Tha Rippla veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumTha Rippla

Veröffentlichungsdatum30. November 1999

LabelEmpire Recordings

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM77

SONG-INFO

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Musikvideo

Musikvideo

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mr. Pookie

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mr. Pookie

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Songtexte

Well it's like this, I'ma keep it plain, I mean swift

Got AKs cocked and aimin', sprayin' for you ready to trip

Keep it on your hip, if you ain't steady, boy, we ready to spray

Lickin' down the bottles but we know you

Punk ass **** wasn't raised up that way

Especially now today, these **** be

Talkin' shit and poppin' they trunk

**** just don't know I'ma be so calm

And bitch, that's just like I'm crunk

So you wanna dump? I specialize in aimin', pickin' off figures

Don't even recognize you as ****

Better get on back 'fore I attack like cobras, poison this venom

Get 'em, they comin'

**** heard Stoney Crook was runnin'

I wasn't there for the confrontation, ****

If I was, I'd have been straight dumpin'

Now it's comin' for you talkin' shit

Watch out, Stoney Crook be bombin', bitch

Now you all up on my dick, ain't it bad enough that I got your bitch?

Now switch to another level, smokin' my weed

We get it bad enough from police, don't need you fuckin' with me

And got your bitch comin' over with the pounds and sacks

And she gon' give them hoes to me, she say she down like that

We from the South, we push it down like that

And don't you **** try to hate because we clowns on that

Yes, we from Dallas and our city full of towns of MACs

Where even bitches get they riches, ****

Pounds and sacks (Believe that, Flip)

We from the South, we push it down like that

And don't you **** try to hate because we clowns on that

Yes, we from Dallas and our city full of towns of MACs

Where even bitches get they riches, ****

Pounds and sacks (Believe that, Flip)

Go get your money 'cause it's comin', playa, you don't wanna miss it

It's the Rockler who gon' rock it with the Rippler who gon' rip it

**** trippin' 'cause we pimpin' and I'm drippin' nothin' but ice

Got your sister and your wife hollerin', they ain't nothin' nice

Pay the price 'cause you done lost 'em and we flossin' with precaution

If these haters run up on me, I'ma let loose some exhaustion

Ain't no bossin' on my block, see, that's why I keep a Glock

And my girl, she keep tellin' me, "Boy, K-Rock, you need to stop"

So I'ma drop out so clean, get some weed and some Hennessy

Write me up a rhyme, hit the stage, rockin' with the G's

You ain't never seen these playas come out of nowhere

Only to get this money, no money, playa, I don't care

Now what you hollerin' 'bout? 'Cause in the South, you will get domed

Young **** be gettin' they cap peeled for actin' like they grown

And we chiefin' on them, some shit they

Put in folks when they be sleepin'

**** run up like Felicia, askin' what it is we chiefin'

We from the South, we push it down like that

And don't you **** try to hate because we clowns on that

Yes, we from Dallas and our city full of towns of MACs

Where even bitches get they riches, ****

Pounds and sacks (Believe that, Flip)

We from the South, we push it down like that

And don't you **** try to hate because we clowns on that

Yes, we from Dallas and our city full of towns of MACs

Where even bitches get they riches, ****

Pounds and sacks (Believe that, Flip)

Can't overlook it, we too crooked, recognize these talents

I was born in Dallas where we withstand our battles

And the cattle, we just huntin' for us **** to eat

So we stay strong on our feet, ****, we don't quit 'til defeat

Stack up on heat and we're ready, not for drama, for fetti

'Cause these **** takin' paper but I'm blastin' 'em steady

Here to tell it like it is, Crooks ain't got nothin' to give

Tryna show me where you live, big mistake, I'm in your crib

Worth a kill, I know you got the weed here today

It don't matter, when we scatter, we gon' find it here the way

Pistol play, bullet holes in the wall from the tusslin'

Hungry and I'm strugglin', believe I'm po' hustlin'

But tougher than motherfuckers, take me out to beef

I got venom in my veins, I'm not the same, beware of me

Best to flee 'fore the wrath of me get mixed up with my mood swing

Attitude has switched, so watch the shit these crooked fools bring

And we ain't trippin', we just down like this

It's been a long time comin', ****, bounce to this

We bring the clips and flip the script, ready, waitin', bust a trip

Chemotherapy's in order, abattoir and feds will slaughter

What a horror, but still, I find the time to smoke and chill

Cool and calm is how I feel, Dallas, Texas, flexin' skills, ****

Uh, it's just like that, boy

Uh, Stoney Crook

We from the South, we push it down like that

And don't you **** try to hate because we clowns on that

Yes, we from Dallas and our city full of towns of MACs

Where even bitches get they riches, ****

Pounds and sacks (Believe that, Flip)

We from the South, we push it down like that

And don't you **** try to hate because we clowns on that

Yes, we from Dallas and our city full of towns of MACs

Where even bitches get they riches, ****

Pounds and sacks (Believe that, Flip)

Written by: Mr. Pookie

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