Z-Ro Going Down in the South Lyrics

King of tha Ghetto: Power Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Bud Sack
  • 2 I'm a Gangsta
  • 3 My Life
  • 4 Strugglin 2 Change
  • 5 Greed Vanity Lust
  • 6 Stayin Alive
  • 7 Going Down in the South
  • 8 It's Guaranteed
  • 9 Friends
  • 10 A Lovely Day
  • 11 Ride All Day and Night
  • 12 I'm a Murder'Ra
  • 13 M-16 (remix)
  • 14 Play No Games

  • (feat. Big Boss)
    H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
    Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest
    Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse
    And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth
    On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads
    Cause they wanna know what we're smoking, and how much coedine in our big red
    And we stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's
    And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam
    Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack
    Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs
    Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks
    Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that
    Bulgari glasses on my face, hand cannon on my waist
    Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace
    Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth
    Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it's going down in the South
    Pistol packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track
    Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks
    It's going down in the South, (going down in the South)
    It's going down in the South, (going down in the South)
    We got diamonds in our mouth, around our arms and round our necks
    Six or seven days, and we ain't been to sleep yet
    It's going down in the South, (going down in the South)
    It's going down in the South, (going down in the South)
    [Big Boss:]
    It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a half of the O.G.
    Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key
    You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni
    You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be
    We don't talk to police, leave that to you fonies
    Disguised as homies, to get me felonies
    I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine
    My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean
    Been at it since 14, you can't control me
    So quit the baloni, 'fore I go where your folks sleep
    Hit your block and it's on G, the strap sits cozy
    It claps but don't speak, leave flats no slowly
    So don't provoke me, I was raised in the struggle
    Good kush and kool-aid, so they stay in a huddle
    If you call me on the blank runs, the next time it's double
    Fuck stunting but if you want, Boss'll teach you how to hustle
    Some of my partnas ride blue, some of my partnas ride red
    And just like I got partnas that's free, I got partnas in the FED
    I got partnas in the state, for killing niggaz or moving weight
    I even got niggaz in the Army, in Baghdad and Kuwait
    Every block you pass in H-Town, you gon see a candy ride
    Whoever driving it gon keep a weapon handy, right by his side
    Down here jackers don't hide, they be out all in the open
    Therefo' when I'm in floss mode, I might shoot anybody that's approaching
    Hit a nigga be it a bitch, cause I ain't ready to dig my ditch
    Any given time I look like new money, to somebody that wanna get rich
    Laws harassing as they pass, protect and serve they never do that
    Instead of love they pull out a billy club, and beat us till we blue black
    So fuck the laws except Officer Tony, cause he real
    Behind the badge he a Mo City nigga for life, and that's why we chill
    Rest in Peace Big H.A.W.K., I think about you all day all night
    I'll see you again one day, whenever I crap out rolling the dice of life

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