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Down South Legends
172
Hip-Hop/Rap
Down South Legends è stato pubblicato il 4 agosto 2015 da Real Talk Entertainment come parte dell'album Certified
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Data di uscita4 agosto 2015
EtichettaReal Talk Entertainment
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM77

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Flip
Lil' Flip
Performer
Gudda Gudda
Gudda Gudda
Performer
Young Money
Young Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Johnson
Derrick Johnson
Songwriter

Testi

As I step in the booth my eyes bloodshot red
I'm the best Houston rapper with the most street cred
A hip hop beat head, I crash everything I'm on
I do these rappers so dirty fans think they my songs
I catapulted to the top of the pack
I went from choppin' the crack to hip hoppin' a plaque
I spit fire, my nickname Lucifer
You keep talkin' to Mac I'll Freddy Krueger ya
This life a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
Why I bulletproofed the Hummer and I shine every summer
I got that morphine flow you can nod to this
And all my goons around the world you can rob to this
I sold records out my trunk I swear to God I did
Back in '89 before I joined the Screwed Up Click
I bought studio time with the street cash I made
Shit I gotta hold us down while my daddy away
And plus my granny arthritis ain't gettin' no better
I'm lactose intolerant but I'm still addicted to cheddar
You get it?
I crush rappers with my bars like batter rams
I'm sellin' dip to my set like Killa Cam
My kilograms they go for cheap that's only if I know you
I wonder where would I be if I ain't know Screw
See Robert Davis made a way for me to reach the masses
That's why everything I drop is a fuckin' classic
My diamonds loud like a Bathing Ape hoodie
You lollygaggin' your position might get tooken
Shout out to Brooklyn and my partners up in Sac-Town
Shout out to C-Bo and Yuk cause they don't back down
Six million records later and a thousand mixtapes
That's right I said it, yeah a thousand mixtapes
My metaphors like metal doors you just can't get through 'em
Look I'm the king of H-Town and me and Gudda the Troopaz let's do 'em
We some mixtape legends
I done been to every hood on the map
And just know one thing I'm strapped
Cause we some mixtape legends
We done sold more than Britney did cause we
Live off this mixtape shit, ya smell me?
Yuk!
I'ma catch a body I'ma murder this shit
Kill every alphabet, noun, verb in this bitch
I know you heard of me, shit
I'm a walkin' motherfuckin' legend
The young god, my flow is sent down from heaven
Yeah, I say I'm preachin' like a fuckin' reverend
Church, first place no second guessin'
I could kill 'em with the first and the second weapon
DJ Unk with the hands I two step and deck 'em
Then I grab the mic and spit flame Houston wreck 'em
Kick a rapper head through a goal post like David Beckham
Make way, respect him, I could AK or TEC him
You lookin' at a gangsta in his essence
Bitch bow down when a gangsta in ya presence
I'm God's gift like a present
For one don't try me I could give you two lessons
You peasants get murdered if you do test him
See the game done changed, a whole lotta fakeness
A whole lotta lame rappers that be on that fake shit
Gotta watch my back a lotta **** on that snake shit
And the clip's bananas for you **** on that ape shit
I'ma do me like the homie from the A said
And drive these hoes crazy like K-Fed
Look ****
It's money over everything especially these bitches
Except for all my kids I just thought that I should mention
It's hand over fist bitch, I'ma get dollars
Young Gudda money bags fly like a robin
Holla at me if you got a problem
My two twin pumps on deck they could solve 'em
Mac-11, AK's, or I could revolve 'em
Mop up the beef I dissolve 'em
You clowns ass backwards, on that Kris Kross shit
And I'm movin' forward **** yeah I'm on that boss shit
Written by: Derrick Johnson
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