Текст песни Big Mike f Mystikal - Southern Comfort Remix
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Lady singing:It goes on and on......Mystikal: So this how it`s goin down, hungh nigga?Big Mike: Yeah, it`s how its happenin like that, locMystikal: That nigga Big MikeBig Mike: That nigga MystikalMystikal: Layin it down, layin it down, layin it downBig Mike: Playin wit` cake, playin` wit cake, playin` wit cake Hungh Bra Mystikal: Say dat` there` Big Mike: Fo sho Knawmean? Y`all know whats up Big daddy style{Big Mike:}Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimpWho be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn KempI got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake FrontFive gallons of D`Acquery, grilled steaks and bluntsNow women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you needBut I`m always gee`d keyed with a bag of weedYes indeedy, I`m the player with the ball in handGot em ballin, man, darling I know you understandNow it ain`t hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your stepPlatinum and gold, these hoes know my fuckin repSlept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easyNow I`m back with the skills and the real flock to see meNow be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this styleCouldn`t do i,t had to go home and practise for a little whileLonger, stronger back in `97 and `98 I`m droppin hitsPartner, stay off my dick, now quitTryin to portray the type of nigga you can never beMystikal:Shit, Big Mike the dopest nigga you will ever seeBig Mike:Puttin` it down for my crown, partner, what you say?Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May{Mystikal:}Shit, I was born and raised in New OrleansI grew up on second line and gumbo, red beansCanal Street, river-walkin`Everybody shout to da diz-nine(9th ward), hungh bra, ya not to be talkin`Pointin gats like they do in the moviesEvery night nigga made the news Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes`Stik can remember when them niggas went for hardThey would round up they boys and so-called represent they WardWhen you get to the club it`s gon` be some shit-startinAnd some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, bitch, I beg your pardonIf you`re a buster, then you`re bust-upIf you`re a sucker, you`re gettin sucked up, tough luckStand up like a man and hold your own is the only mottoCause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lottoFoot on tha brakes and ease off the throttleBefore I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottleMake the bitch respect Michael TylerLord know a nigga don`t want to, but all you muthafuckas gottaNot wantin the Gucci`s, tellin time through MovadoI don`t sell no powder, but I`m stackin g`s in my closetUptown niggas livin violentWestbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violentI`d probably be dead or locked down if it wasn`t for rappinCause where I`m from niggas ain`t havin fun unless they scrappinGoin to war brawlinBitch, don`t get mad with me, that`s how it is in New OrleansBitch it goes onIt goes on ri` cheaIt goes right here in New Orleans...