Big Scarr – From Da South Lyrics

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From Da South Lyrics By Big Scarr

[Intro]
(BandPlay)
Uh

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I done blew up out the motor (I done blew up out the motor)
You can tell I’m gettin’ money, I ain’t even gotta show it (I ain’t even gotta show it)
Fuck the plug, I need the cord, that’s the nigga that grow it (That’s the nigga that grow it)
Balling every quarter (Woah), guaranteed I won’t blow up (Let’s go)
Pink slip for the whips (Woah), guarantee they can’t tow it
Nah, uh-uh (No)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (On tour)
Thug life, but I can’t go out like Shakur (Like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain’t goin’ (Know we ain’t goin’)
Big way before the rap, I was already blowin’ (I was already blowin’)
Hear the BandPlay choppin’, knockin’ out your ear drums (Ear drums)
Young rich nigga from the South puttin’ on (Puttin’ on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song, let’s go)
[Verse 1]
Love sippin’ codeine, can’t leave the V ‘lone (Can’t leave the V ‘lone)
When the hood genie, these niggas be clones (These niggas be clones)
Shinin’ all the way, nigga, better hold on (Better hold on)
Can’t change number, this a million dollar phone (Million dollar phone)
You a rat and a bitch, we would never get along (We would never get along)
I won’t let him get a break (Woah), hit him layin’ in his home (Woah)
Nigga don’t want smoke, he put my name in a song (My name in a song)
Pack just hit and it’s already gone (Already gone)
Bad bitch layin’ in my bed in a thong (In my bed in a thong)
Slam dunk a ho like my first name Stone (First name Stone)
Hit the ho once, now I’m livin’ in Quan (Livin’ in Quan)
Pop a Perc’ with a Addy, now I’m in my own zone (In my own zone)
Pull up, pick a halftime, got a nigga stoned (Got a nigga stoned)
Bitches love a nigga like I’m who? Mike Jones (Who? Mike Jones)
But don’t get it mixed up, bitch, I’m big Frozone (Big Frozone, let’s go)

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I done blew up out the motor (I done blew up out the motor)
You can tell I’m gettin’ money, I ain’t even gotta show it (I ain’t even gotta show it)
Fuck the plug, I need the cord, that’s the nigga that grow it (That’s the nigga that grow it)
Balling every quarter (Woah), guaranteed I won’t blow up (Let’s go)
Pink slip for the whips (Woah), guarantee they can’t tow it
Nah, uh-uh (No)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (On tour)
Thug life, but I can’t go out like Shakur (Like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain’t goin’ (Know we ain’t goin’)
Big way before the rap, I was already blowin’ (I was already blowin’)
Hear the BandPlay choppin’, knockin’ out your ear drums (Ear drums)
Young rich nigga from the South puttin’ on (Puttin’ on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song, let’s go)

[Verse 2]
Keep playin’ with a bitch, now they say that I’m wrong (Say that I’m wrong)
New opp pack, yeah, the odor real strong (Yeah, the odor real strong)
Devil on my back, still rockin’ VLONE (Still rockin’ VLONE)
Tell ’em when you talk to me, better watch your tone (Nigga, better watch your tone)
Catch a nigga down bad, leave his face in his phone (Leave his face in a phone)
Yeah, I hear him talkin’, but I’m still on
Better get some money, get it broke, sendin’ one no more (No)
And I’m in the hood when I’m back home (Woah)
Post on the block with a deuce and a styrofoam (Styrofoam)
I don’t like to talk and my money long (Woah)
Grippin’ on the wood on the ‘Cat like a microphone (Like a microphone)
In the trap like my name Corleone (Woah)
Hundred bags in, we gon’ get ’em in and get ’em gone (And get ’em gone)
Hit the club tatted with my chains on (Woah)
Standin’ on the couch, throwin’ money all night long (All night long)
You know what I’m on

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I done blew up out the motor (I done blew up out the motor)
You can tell I’m gettin’ money, I ain’t even gotta show it (I ain’t even gotta show it)
Fuck the plug, I need the cord, that’s the nigga that grow it (That’s the nigga that grow it)
Balling every quarter (Woah), guaranteed I won’t blow up (Let’s go)
Pink slip for the whips (Woah), guarantee they can’t tow it
Nah, uh-uh (No)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (On tour)
Thug life, but I can’t go out like Shakur (Like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain’t goin’ (Know we ain’t goin’)
Big way before the rap, I was already blowin’ (I was already blowin’)
Hear the BandPlay choppin’, knockin’ out your ear drums (Ear drums)
Young rich nigga from the South puttin’ on (Puttin’ on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song)