Badazz Smoke - Boosie Badazz & Webbie

Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow, bow) Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow) Yeah (Bow, bow, bow) This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow) Better get your southern smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) The se niggas don't want smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) These niggas don't want smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) Better get your southern smoke It's that fuckin' southern smoke I'm first to smoke this bitch up Like cigarettes in parkin' lots Ain't none changed about me, I'll still hit you with this 40 Glock Carbine with the 30, this bitch wipe you like the Sandman Pistol-whipped to silence So I'll kill ya without a band plan Jambalaya, crawfish, Mardi Gras, see some round tits Money showin', takin' our pictures And we's airing the niggas For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin' Atlanta niggas Rob his ass, kill him on sight Talking Savannah, nigga Them Floridan kids fuck with my shit I rock with Tampa niggas We don't rap beef at all like y'all We come and stamp a nigga Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, That's why the bag different I represent for niggas gettin' money who ain't ass-kissin' Southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow) Better get your southern smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) These niggas don't want smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) These niggas don't want smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) Better get your southern smoke It's that fuckin' southern smoke Break you down to pieces Have you tryna put yourself together Break you down to pieces, Have you tryna put yourself together Break you down to pieces Break you down to pieces Break you down to pieces Have you tryna put yourself together I got my people with me, they got that 30 and that nine He be on Percs all the time, I keep 'em with me We in this bitch, I got my people with me And we ain't worried 'bout a thang Real goons, better watch your fuckin' chain, rap nigga Gang shit down south big mouth trap nigga Cocaine, Codeine, H-Town south with us I know some daytime shooters Lose they mind behind a nigga Mafioso type, I'll rip the spine out a nigga (Southern smoke) On your bitch ass, tweetin' to get your toe tagged Talkin' to that bitch while I'm feedin' 'em to your ho ass Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) Bow, bow (Didn't I tell you?) Bow, bow (Bitch ass), bow, bow Now they smell it Southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow) Better get your southern smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow) Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow) These niggas don't want smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) These niggas don't want smoke This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke) Southern smoke (Southern smoke) Better get your southern smoke It's that fuckin' southern smoke Break you down to pieces Have you tryna put yourself together Break you down to pieces Have you tryna put yourself together (Bow, bow, bow) Break you down to pieces (Bow) Break you down to pieces (Bow) Break you down to pieces Have you tryna put yourself together

I remember we was wilin' My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker Try me I've popped (I've stopped) We been on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money Went to war had a lot of niggas running Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma And say "I love you momma" We was young and fucked up in the head Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it Remember we first got a deal, nigga And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" I was still in the field with 'em You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I'll be back in a minute Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating Well I told 'em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas You had twins, they was beautiful as ever "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don't learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie

I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days) All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's) All the music that got me through it You know what I'm talking about? KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know Good old days Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (I'm gon' watch Mike) We ain't got money but we got love And it stretches long (It stretches long) Down the street, 'round the corner, through every home Reminisce in every song Motivating my uncle to sell every stone God made our house a home We was boys but we was strong We still come up with a smile even when we all alone The good days, it wasn't the same When we was broke, we didn't complain If we got wet up in the rain We got our cold and took the pian 2Pac and Biggie was the name, shit Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long What we play on my block, nigga? So much yay on my block, nigga This before I ever got on the plane on the runway When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Now them was the days, them was the days Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Them was the days We used to window shop at Moss Smearing the glass with our fingers Wishing we ball 'til we fall like cabin rinse and cantina High points and chrome ninas, dice game, we was live Shoot the two, kill the three, forty-three to survive Black socks, the Fab Five had us swagging these the time The loyalty was never left behind a life of crime Getto Boyz was like my boys Feel like I knew 'em through they rhymes At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die 2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech We had respect up on the streets, niggas wouldn't tell it like that Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back Shit, them was the good old days Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Now them was the days, them was the days Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Them was the days I hit a lick and went got grilled up and silked up We drove the bread truck until it filled up Chilling, a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops I hopped off the porch with my brother The Wayans in living color Our favorite pants was wrestlers If we ain't trust you, then fuck you With no grease, ducking, hiding from police Clubbing, thugging with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days) Retarded, couldn't play house parties When pickles was fifty cent That's when Dixie cups was a quarter The good old days Fuckin' right, nigga When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack Be high as a motherfucker, the good old days Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (They play the Knicks) We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (I'm gon' watch Mike) We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long Good old days