Still Southern Playalistic

[Verse 1]
This that shit that make you wanna pull up on yo granny in the summertime
Watching wheel of fortune, till the news come on and step outside
After five
Shawty next door happened to hit my line
Ever since I was 15, wanted to hop behind
Southern player partner from the south, who got the mouth of gold
Black and Bold
When he come steppin’ through, better tuck ya toes
Duck below
You feel that funk comin’ up off the flow
Now you know Coolio flow now
Ah here it go
Niggas lack the gumptions
I guarantee they assumption; the gat don’t be pumping
Acting like Michael, wanna be startin’ something
Plugged in Super Mario 3
How ‘bout you start this?
Guarantee I’m not the lil’ nigga you want to fuck wit’, or buck wit’
Fuck it, I’m happy O’tay I’m buckwheat
Don’t care ‘bout you sleeping no more
Let me go tuck sheets
And tuck eyes, won’t be too tired
Before you realize
That I’m 22 steps ahead of you in these Fila’s

[Chorus]
They tryna see what’s up, ‘cause they know I put it down, down (Ooo Yeah)
You better watch ya step, ‘cause I do not fuck around
You know we get ya, get ya high
Get ya high, Get ya, Get ya high, Get ya high
Get ya, Get ya high, Get ya high, Get ya, Get ya, Get ya

[Verse 2]
You know I got to pull up like a pair of britches that ain’t got no belt
‘Cause niggas slept
Was actin’ funny as a Michael Epps
You too inept, so much that yo daddy wept
I can’t be hangin’ ‘round those who ain’t right
You niggas left
‘Cause Dear Silas got gator belts, and patty melts, and Monte Carlo’s
I’m so colossal
Influential, they want to follow
I get it from my momma and my daddy
And my sister and my granny
And tell yo baby momma to keep her panty in her panty line
Already got a dandelion
Damn it, I got to hand it down to me
‘Cause baby please, nobody bout to smack it down
Best believe I’m not backin’ down
Unless I’m in the post crack a nigga like yolk
Doin’ the most, how ya like me now?
I told em I’d give ‘em another chance
Just to take a glance at me on stage, doin’ my dance
With my pants up, handsome, not givin’ a fuck
Making a couple bucks
Shut up, I’ll tell you when you done had enough

[Chorus]
They tryna see what’s up, ‘cause they know I put it down, down (Ooo Yeah)
You better watch ya step, ‘cause I do not fuck around
You know we get ya, get ya high
Get ya high, Get ya, Get ya high, Get ya high
Get ya, Get ya high, Get ya high, Get ya, Get ya, Get ya

[Horn Interlude]

[Outro]
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen
This is Dear Silas and the Big Back Boppers
And we have brought you the Stankiest of the Stank
The Funkiest of the Funky
And it ain’t nothin’ you can do about it
I love you so much
Yeah, Haha