Down In Da Water (feat. Ali & Gube Thug)

Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper Silk headliner, ain't No Limit to how I shock ya All chrome dated, they superb when I drop her All these haters, they superb when I cock the Nah I ain't gon' tell ya, I keep that to myself But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland Where they might shoot you up, it's not your heart layin' Wayyy down in da water Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me" And uh, you need to show me what you talkin' about What all that gawkin' about, or you just runnin' your mouth I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I The hump back girls with thighs Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein' thick Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit, I stay Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order (Shh, keep it quiet now) Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order Yo, check, yo You gettin' close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon 'Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons Then we, flood the streets, oh how they, lovin' me Come through in the Buick sittin' so, lovely We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob I'm natural wit it, supreme actual factual wit it I got them gats you got to get it You and them cats got to get it, get it I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited Run for cover, somebody call up the Guinness Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin' tremendous Dirty we big truckin' with weapons of mass destruction It's the muddy St Louis, get to it, cash is nothin', it go Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order (Shh, keep it quiet now) Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order Yo, I'm from the land of kick do's Where niggaz come through your window with pistols Like Bruh Man off the fifth flo' See the way the wrist glow, sick flow Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco Hood crime highly infested Check your rap, rock and pop stations, Gube Thug, highly requested And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' Tucker In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker And the game from the veterans, righteous bars I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars And the world might change if ever I quit blessin' it Just use my illest to throw in the New Testament I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells Might, catch me hoppin' outta the truck, blowin' the L, we yellin' Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order (Shh, keep it quiet now) Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order We stay, wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order (Shh, keep it quiet now) Wayyy down in da water, yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi Ready to put that ass in order