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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 Songtexte 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 Righ Aus Songtexte Mania