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"If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here...like this, here I say...."[Verse 1]I'magine me in a SUVSports utility, them boys from TennesseeOoh-ee the stee-lo, they knowTennessee tags on the back of the DurangoAin't no players like down south playersThem boys there do come clean, I swearCan't every click duck crewDo as we do(I'm bout to starve) Me tooLet's get the seafood(whistles)All up in Red LobsterHey girl, you got a table for 20 players and mobsters?Rollie's glisten, diamonds gleaminBeepers beepin, cell phones ringin(Hold up) This Haystak(What you doin' later on?)Come to the spot I'm droppin' the lyrics on this new song(How's it go?)It goes(HOOK)Down South Players(Gettin' payed in the game)Down South Players(Wearin' suede in the rain)Down South Players(Do the craziest things)Down South Players(???)Down South Players(Gettin' payed in the game)Down South Players(Be wearin' suede in the rain)Down South Players(Do the craziest things)Down South PlayersPlay on![Verse 2]Ooh-ah, it's about that timeThat I blaze a dime and pass it, write a rhymePerhaps I'll finish the one I was workin on a few days agoMaybe they'll show me love and bump it on the radioHere it go-go-goes(Think I'm playin around?)Hit the studio(And start layin it down)You see us down south players, we don't mess aroundWhether we iced out, Dickied down(In and out of town)To this game I'm not newKarl Kani to FUBUEvery fool in my crewDone did they share of doo-dooMan the south is cuckooThese fools are trying to shoot youPistols be like (woah-woah)Bullets be like (toe to toe)Ha ha ha ha ha ha, where'd a white boy come from?In the top 20 throwin low blows at dum-dumsMy check comes in lump sumsMy name's found in chump's gunsYou want some, come get someYo Dan, drop them damn drums!(HOOK)[Verse 3]Down south players handle big money businessCan't you see the 20 inches while we gleamin' on y'all (gleam)See, we gon' ballDrop CD's like rainfallCut through suckers like chainsaws, ha(Damn, dog!)Jump on the tour bus and ride out cross countryPack my bags, bitch, arrive-derceNext time you hear me probably be on C-DNext time you see me be on TV ba-byHit like ball batsThinkin we all that200 pound, 6-feet tall catTalkin bout "where them broads at?"You got to love thatSeperate the weak hearts from the thug catsO.G.'s from the rugratsChill, Stak, fuck that!Roll like a bulletproof TahoeSittin on platinum Bravo'sMy entourage consists of Down South desperado'sFollow the empty bottles, stems and seedsTil you find a million motherfuckers just like meI say...player...play onI say...player........play on!(HOOK)more