Down South Songtext
von Akinyele

Yo I′m from New York and I connected with
My down South niggas here on this year
My nigga Rapbone came to tear the club up
Yo my nigga Chop came to tear the club up
My nigga Joell came to tear the club up
And this shit here should get all the thugs up

It's for the money makers (what)
The booty shakers (yeah)
My real niggas (ha, yo, and fuck who?)
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers (ha)
The imitators (yo, yo this is for who?)
The money makers (yeah)
The booty shakers (ha)
My real niggas (yo, and fuck who?)
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers
And the motherfuckin′ imitators


Now where I'm from, these niggas don't pimp they primp
Nautica shirts, game hats and Nike sweats
And little niggas roll through the mall like packs of wild animals
Anticipating the show down
In my town, pretty saditty bitches get fucked
Then they stock just drop
They props go bankrupt
So tell me who′s pimping hardest
From Jacksonville to Charlotte
I got some dime piece goddesses on I-20
Many, a late lonely night
I′m coming back from some hype shit like Freaknik
Possibly Daytona
I'm chillin′ with Hooptie, smelling the aroma
Drinking wine, from 1989
Reclining in the dinette set, and letting the sunlight shine
Making vows to remain forever tight, throughout all space and time
So from here to umpteen ninety something
My words is money, I hate to hear my real niggas hungry
So I'mma represent with my shit
And hit the public, all types of angles
Strangling niggas with electric cow wires
And calling out the frauds like a fucking umpire

Ha, ayo this shit here is for
The money makers (yeah)
The booty shakers (yeah)
My real niggas (real niggas)
And fuck who?
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers (ha)
The imitators
Ayo, it′s for who?
The money makers (yeah)
The booty shakers (yeah)
My real niggas (real niggas)
And fuck who?
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers
And the motherfuckin' imitators


Now most chicks get their back blown when I let my act roam
Conference on the track phone with Ak, Chop and Rapbone
Joell will pack chrome, all through your crack zone
And I′m no thug, but will still aim at your black dome and bust ya
Anaheim to Albany to Augusta
You bet we gonna get crunk, with pressure in the trunk
When I catch second hand from your dank when you flame your skunk
Then take all of your bank in a game of tunk
I'm drunk, I guzzle VS in a bubble GS
On chrome double BS
So in tops look like a brother with DS, down syndrome
But if you wanna find me, come around wisdom
How do I say this kindly, you a clown kid son
And you need a check up, so go and get a pap smear
And if stripped to my wear, I'd have two gats bare
Only a few cats clear on how I do that there

I break crews down like molecules when I play them fools
I′m just that little nasty nigga, but the ladies licking on the jewels
The voices come, but the words are strong like hurricanes
I might speak a little country but
It don′t stop me from doing my thing
I maintain when I'm slaying from my native land
Upstate, South Click, West Anderson
It′s unexpected, but respected just the same
G shit's getting live like Carolinas in the Yankee Stadium
We kept it raw, growing up down here
You didn′t worry about no ride or no high priced gear
You got a bucket, said fuck it, rode it like a champ
Wore a fat gold chain, and no shirt is how we pimp
On all sides, the North, South, East and the West
'Til niggas got keys, got paid and got fresh
Fresh went to dope and dope went to fat
Next thing you know them fools are busting off they gats
At the parks, so you had to dip before dark
Smoking weed in the club, they don′t dance they just walk
Drinking cold malt liquor, country ass niggas
Booty shake, to make them asses move quicker
Now picture that, with dirty light flow macks
Riding, in the sports coupes, big Jeeps, Pathfinders

Yo this is for
The money makers (yeah)
The booty shakers (yeah)
My real niggas (real niggas)
And fuck who?
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers (yeah)
The imitators
Ha, it's for who?
The money makers (yeah)
The booty shakers (ha)
My real niggas (yo, and fuck who?)
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers
And the motherfuckin' imitators

Ha, I go down South to bust a nut on a down South slut
Look her in the face and tell the chick, girl I wanna fuck
She be like shit, there Akinyele go with that New York dick
Here take a lick
I′m beginning grinning ′cause I'm ready to hit it off
It′s too bright, point to the light
She be like I'm finna to go flick it off
I′m gorilla like King Kong
While y'all niggas is little monkeys like Mighty Joe Young
Out of town I know crackers with correct ID
In other words, I-95 is where you find me
They buy guns from me, in exchange for crack
Road maps got me transporting gats
From the North and the South Cakalak
Bringing it back to my
New York money makers
Who smoke loud and get high like skyscrapers
Down South I know girls who straight wanna rape us
My niggas Rapbone and Chop here to video tape us
My nigga Joell got some bitches flying from Jamaica
I got some girls from L.A. who play like the Lakers
Shit, because hoes are us
Everywhere we go, mad love they show us
Even girls who don′t know us wanna suck our dick for us

We the money makers (ha)
The booty shakers (yeah)
My real niggas (real niggas)
And fuck who?
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers (ha)
The imitators
Yo this is for who?
The money makers (yeah)
The booty shakers (yeah)
My real niggas (real niggas)
And fuck who?
The playa haters (yeah)
The move fakers
And the motherfuckin' imitators

Now Rapbone came here to tear the club up
My nigga Chop came here to tear the club up
My man Joell came here to tear the club up
And Akinyele always tear the club up