Big Mike - Southern Comfort (On & On) (feat. Mystikal) Lyrics
f/ MystikalIt goes on and on{Mystikal:So that's how it's goin down, my nigga?{Big Mike:Yeah, it's happenin like that, loc{Mystikal:That nigga Big Mike{Big Mike:That nigga Mystikal{Mystikal:Layin it down for the 19nigga6{Big Mike:Playin with cake for the 19nigga7Fo shoKnawmean?Big daddy style{Big Mike:Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimpWho be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn KempI got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake FrontFive gallons of D'Acquery, grilled steaks and bluntsNow women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you needBut I'm always gee'd keyed with a bag of weedYes indeedy, I'm the player with the ball in handGot em ballin, man, darling I know you understandNow it ain't hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your stepPlatinum and gold, these hoes know my *****in repSlept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easyNow I'm back with the skills and the real flock to see meNow be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this styleCouldn't do i,t had to go home and practise for a little whileLonger, stronger back in '97 and '98 I'm droppin hitsPartner, stay off my dick, now quitTryin to portray the type of nigga you can never be(Shit, Big Mike the dopest nigga you will ever see)Get 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 OrleansI grew up on second lining and gumbo, red beansCanal Street, river-boardinEverybody ???, now I be talkinPointin gats like they do in the moviesEvery night nigga made the newsWearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes'Stik can remember when them niggas went for hardThey would climb up they bars and so-called represent they WardWhen you get to the club it's gon' be some shit-startinAnd some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, *****, I beg your pardonIf you're a buster, then you're bust-upIf you're a sucker, you're gettin sucked up, tough luckStand up like a man and hold your own is the only mottoCause all that gettin-*****ed-all-over-shit played out with lotto*****in erase and ease off the throttleBefore I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottleMake the ***** respect Michael TylerLord know a nigga don't want to, but all you mutha*****as gottaNot wantin the Gucci's, tellin time through MovadoI don't sell no powder, but I'm stackin g's in my closetUptown niggas livin foul andWestbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violentI'd probably be dead or locked down if it wasn't for rappinCause where I'm from niggas ain't havin fun unless they scrappinGoin to war brawlin*****, don't get mad with me, that's how it is in New Orleans***** it goes onIt goes on right hereIt goes right here in New Orleans
