Down In Da Water

Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper +Silkk+ headliner, ain't No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her All these haters, they suberb when I cock the Nah I ain't gon' tell ya uh-uh I keep that to myself But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland Where they might shoot you up ohh it's not your heart layin Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me" And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I The hump back girls with thighs Where they be built like bricks praised for bein thick Or maybe skinny like a stick but they fine as shit I stay.. We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order (Shhhh, keep it quiet now Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order Yo, check, yo You gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons Then we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin me Come through in the Buick sittin so - love-ly We like some catfish lobsters ghetto-fied mobstas Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob ho I'm natural wit it wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it wit it I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it Get it.. brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap .. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited RUN FOR COVER! Somebody call up the Guinness Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendous Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction It's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin It go.. We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order Shhhh, keep it quiet now Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order Yo.. I'm from the land of kick do's Where niggaz come through your window with pistols like Bruh Man off the fifth flo' See the way the wrist glow sick flow Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco Hood crime highly infested Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requested And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+ In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker And the game from the veterans righteous bars I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars And the world might change if ever I quit blessin it Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells Might, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the L We yellin.. We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order Shhhh, keep it quiet now Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order