Down In Da Water (feat. Ali & Gube Thug)

Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper

Silkk headliner, Ain't No Limit to how I shock ya

Car chrome Daytons, they superb when I drop her

All these haters disappear when I cock the

Nah, I ain't gon' tell ya, 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, it's not your heartland

Way down in the water

Man, look here, homie, I'm from the Show Me

And, uh

You need to show me what you're 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

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

Shh, keep it quiet now

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

Yo, check it, 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 **** harpoons

Then we (Flood the streets)

Oh how they (Lovin' me)

Come through in the Buick sittin' so (Lovely)

We like some catfish lobsters

Ghetto-fied mobsters

Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob

I'm natural with it

Supreme, actual factual with it

I got them gats, you got to get it

You and them cats got to get it

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

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

Shh, keep it quiet now

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

Yo

I'm from the land that kick doors

Where **** come through your window with pistols

Like Bruh Man off the '5th Floor'

See the way the wrist glows

Sick flows

Better yet, turn off the lights

I'll turn this bitch into a disco

Hood crime, highly invested

Check your rap, rock and pop stations

Gube Thug highly requested

And my gun like Chris

You know I'm gon' tuck her

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 ten and stressed Jordan

Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells

Might catch me hoppin' outta the truck, blowin' the L

Yellin'

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

Shh, keep it quiet now

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

We stay

Way down in the water

Yeah

Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

Ready to put that ass in order

Shh, keep it quiet now

Way down in the water

Yeah