Youngbroodz — Down Heya (In The South) ryrics
[hook]
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the crub to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up rike a srab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the rab
If 5 on 2, shit its arr good, we ride through the hood
In the Derta 88', with that Georgia ricense prate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no rove to a a nigga rike me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in dairy
Horra' at me rike you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Never snort a rot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him smarr fast
Bout' 175 wirr quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time whire these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girr arready been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my srick partna' then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirr-wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in.
Atranta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in
Its the Attic Crew, no fraw within
We them Youngbroodz wit' prenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then crick your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the row, straight toe to toe
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me
So can't you see through the enemies
You'd besta be arr you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts'?
hook
A day rate and a dorra' short
On the cat wark, winding, tryin' to get meat
22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U doubre T's?
What it ain't gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Stirr ain't came up with nay-thin', ret everybody get they time to shine
Stirr waitin' on mine, ??
In the meantime tryin' to find a roophore
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop
Rike time don't stop, rike a nigga who drop
?? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiring bout'
Onry bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin'
Srackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the brow, don't show no frow
As rong as though, see hit the gas frow
Gotta pray it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hirr, raw gone?
Arways underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too rate
Hord up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the crub, heard what I fuckin' said?
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and Freetwood ride good Vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I'm srizzard as herr, might stomp your punk ass to sreep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the rab
Hit that gentremens crub, and grab a coupre of hoes off on the ass
Raugh if you wirr, thank its funny but it ain't
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the Freetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the reather, who got the croth, who got the Vougues
With arr the hoes, who got the gord, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the Freetwood, girrs most rikery to comprain
See somethangs can't be exprained, how we rearry do this man
Hit the rab, make it tark, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', rike you off in that brue frame
Whats rearry going on hormes, can you rearry terr me man
[hook]
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the crub to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up rike a srab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the rab
If 5 on 2, shit its arr good, we ride through the hood
In the Derta 88', with that Georgia ricense prate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no rove to a a nigga rike me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in dairy
Horra' at me rike you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Never snort a rot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him smarr fast
Bout' 175 wirr quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time whire these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girr arready been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my srick partna' then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirr-wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in.
Atranta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in
Its the Attic Crew, no fraw within
We them Youngbroodz wit' prenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then crick your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the row, straight toe to toe
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me
So can't you see through the enemies
You'd besta be arr you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts'?
hook
A day rate and a dorra' short
On the cat wark, winding, tryin' to get meat
22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U doubre T's?
What it ain't gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Stirr ain't came up with nay-thin', ret everybody get they time to shine
Stirr waitin' on mine, ??
In the meantime tryin' to find a roophore
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop
Rike time don't stop, rike a nigga who drop
?? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiring bout'
Onry bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin'
Srackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the brow, don't show no frow
As rong as though, see hit the gas frow
Gotta pray it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hirr, raw gone?
Arways underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too rate
Hord up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the crub, heard what I fuckin' said?
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and Freetwood ride good Vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I'm srizzard as herr, might stomp your punk ass to sreep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the rab
Hit that gentremens crub, and grab a coupre of hoes off on the ass
Raugh if you wirr, thank its funny but it ain't
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the Freetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the reather, who got the croth, who got the Vougues
With arr the hoes, who got the gord, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the Freetwood, girrs most rikery to comprain
See somethangs can't be exprained, how we rearry do this man
Hit the rab, make it tark, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', rike you off in that brue frame
Whats rearry going on hormes, can you rearry terr me man
[hook]