Текст (слова) песни: Down South Players - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Yeah
It`s the Down South Players, baby
This how we do it for the two grand (Huh)
It`s Da Joint!

Yeah, yeah, yeah
A`ight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
A`ight

See, I`m headed to the club, roll Los Ditties
Got the thing freakin`, steppin` out the exposition
Steppin` through the door so player of the year
Ice up, wearin` the Versace gear
Now who told the truth and who told a lie
Sayin` the South was the fire, our party`s always live
Now who could bring the club shit to the club
Here`s P, nigga, 9, nigga, what
Pass the fire let me show a little love
And burn a little some`in` for my motherfuckin` cuz
Real niggas holla` if you hear me, pass the bottle of Remy
Let me get it in me, representin` the South till the end
The disrespect nigga betta believe that`s a sin
Never caught flippin`, but player haters trippin`
My bottle on ice, and I`mma keep sippin`
Watch the big head hunters, nigga, keep on flippin`, what

Yeah, yeah, yeah (The niggas my team, we`re makin` the cream)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (`Cause DSP that`s who we be, Player)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Got the place rockin` from front to back and)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Nigga, what you think, who makin` the bank, huh)

Got in the club and lookin` at these players that be hollerin`
And they be sweatin` bein` best, heavy dollerin`
‘Cause I`m shakin` more rump than little bit
This is how good it gets
Pretty as a goddamn picture, say that`s how you`re feelin`
‘Cause the Down South Players gonna get ya
Hit you in the head with the South side funk
If you don`t think that I won`t
Lot of dough make your shit jump
On the back on honey bees, baby
1-2, throw, got them haters goin` crazy
Hit rock blowin` up the scene
Got attitude on them nigga`s team
Feel what I mean and it`s all about the muthafuckin` cream
And I keep them player haters come clean
‘Cause we bouncin`, we`re drivin`, we`re weavin`
We got so many goals we`re achievin`, ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah (The niggas my team, we`re makin` the cream)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (`Cause DSP that`s who we be, Player)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Got the place rockin` from front to back and)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Nigga, what you think, who makin` the bank, huh)

Down South Players be rippin` the club up
Now nigga, what, the South that came up
Got that thug proof for you to groove to
‘Cause that`s how us Down South thugs do
We got them hoes shakin` booty to the beast we got
A million dollar worth of cars in the parkin` lot
That we all own, nigga sittin` on chrome
Baddest freak in the club we take home
So player what you think, who makin` the bank
It be them Down South Players with that number rank
We in it to win it, we make the money, we spend it
If there`s a party goin` on, best believe we in it
You could pass me the buddha and I`mma get zooted
Lot a dare, puttin` down, player, that`s how we do it
Two thugs everywhere, where you from, we don`t care
Throw your set in the air (Nigga), and let me hear you say, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah (The niggas my team, we`re makin` the cream)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (`Cause DSP that`s who we be, Player)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Got the place rockin` from front to back and)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Nigga, what you think, who makin` the bank, huh)

Ain`t nuttin` but party y`all
You know it ain`t nuttin` but a party y`all
Ain`t nuttin` but party y`all
You know it ain`t nuttin` but a party y`all, huh

Down South Players, baby
For the year two grand
Is his we do this here
Lauderdale is keepin` it real
Yeah, huh
It`s Da Joint!
Hip Rock, baby
Nigga
Now what
This is how we do it for the clubs, baby
Down South Players
We represent, huh
Come and get your grill
Ha-ha
Right

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