Southern Comfort (On & On)

It 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 19nigga7 Fo sho Knawmean? Big daddy style {Big Mike:} Now come and get a glimpse of this Uptown pimp Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front Five gallons of D'Acquery, grilled steaks and blunts Now women, you can state what you want and fellas, you can state what you need But I'm always gee'd keyed with a bag of weed Yes indeedy, I'm the player with the ball in hand Got em ballin, man, darling I know you understand Now it ain't hard, nep, but you damn sure better watch your step Platinum and gold, these hoes know my fuckin rep Slept for a year, kickin it back, takin it easy Now I'm back with the skills and the real flock to see me Now be me, be me, many a nigga tried to imitate this style Couldn't do i,t had to go home and practise for a little while Longer, stronger back in '97 and '98 I'm droppin hits Partner, stay off my dick, now quit Tryin 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 Orleans I grew up on second lining and gumbo, red beans Canal Street, river-boardin Everybody ???, now I be talkin Pointin gats like they do in the movies Every night nigga made the news Wearin a polo shirt and Bally shoes 'Stik can remember when them niggas went for hard They would climb up they bars and so-called represent they Ward When you get to the club it's gon' be some shit-startin And some shoulder-bumpin, steppin on toes, bitch, I beg your pardon If you're a buster, then you're bust-up If you're a sucker, you're gettin sucked up, tough luck Stand up like a man and hold your own is the only motto Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto Fuckin erase and ease off the throttle Before I bust you in your shit with this King Cobra bottle Make the bitch respect Michael Tyler Lord know a nigga don't want to, but all you muthafuckas gotta Not wantin the Gucci's, tellin time through Movado I don't sell no powder, but I'm stackin g's in my closet Uptown niggas livin foul and Westbank niggas gettin clicked out, Downtown niggas gettin violent I'd probably be dead or locked down if it wasn't for rappin Cause where I'm from niggas ain't havin fun unless they scrappin Goin to war brawlin Bitch, don't get mad with me, that's how it is in New Orleans Bitch it goes on It goes on right here It goes right here in New Orleans