Southern Comfort Remix lyrics

f/ Mystikal



Lady singing:

It goes on and on......



Mystikal:

So this how it`s goin down, hungh nigga?

Big Mike:

Yeah, it`s how its happenin like that, loc

Mystikal:

That nigga Big Mike

Big Mike:

That nigga Mystikal

Mystikal:

Layin it down, layin it down, layin it down

Big Mike:

Playin wit` cake, playin` wit cake, playin` wit cake

Hungh Bra

Mystikal:

Say dat` there`

Big Mike:

Fo sho

Knawmean?

Y`all know whats up

Big daddy style



{Big Mike:

Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp

Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp

I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front

Five gallons of D`Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts

Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need

But I`m always gee`d keyed with a bag of weed

Yes indeedy, I`m the player with the ball in hand

Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand

Now it ain`t hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step

Platinum and gold, these hoes know my fuckin rep

Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy

Now I`m back with the skills and the real flock to see me

Now be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this style

Couldn`t do i,t had to go home and practise for a little while

Longer, stronger back in `97 and `98 I`m droppin hits

Partner, stay off my dick, now quit

Tryin to portray the type of nigga you can never be

Mystikal:

Shit, Big Mike the dopest nigga you will ever see

Big Mike:

Puttin` it down for my crown, partner, what you say?

Big Mike and Mystikal, in December just like May



{Mystikal:

Shit, I was born and raised in New Orleans

I grew up on second line and gumbo, red beans

Canal Street, river-walkin`

Everybody shout to da diz-nine(9th ward), hungh bra, ya not to be talkin`

Pointin gats like they do in the movies

Every night nigga made the news

Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes

`Stik can remember when them niggas went for hard

They would round up they boys and so-called represent they Ward

When you get to the club it`s gon` be some shit-startin

And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, bitch, I beg your pardon

If you`re a buster, then you`re bust-up

If you`re a sucker, you`re gettin sucked up, tough luck

Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto

Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto

Foot on tha brakes and ease off the throttle

Before I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottle

Make the bitch respect Michael Tyler

Lord know a nigga don`t want to, but all you muthafuckas gotta

Not wantin the Gucci`s, tellin time through Movado

I don`t sell no powder, but I`m stackin g`s in my closet

Uptown niggas livin violent

Westbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violent

I`d probably be dead or locked down if it wasn`t for rappin

Cause where I`m from niggas ain`t havin fun unless they scrappin

Goin to war brawlin

Bitch, don`t get mad with me, that`s how it is in New Orleans

Bitch it goes on

It goes on ri` chea



It goes right here in New Orleans...