Texty:
South Park Comin Up Comin Down

Chorus: Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound (x4) First Verse: Well let me jump in this funk

you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Yo, I done copped Tims, lived in Linz's kid, Armani suits Fresh fruits, vally boots, and Benzs Countin' up

on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your motha fuckin' back 1, 2, 1, 2 Ah yo, yo My lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be digital Subliminal comin

wanna fly south Soarin' to the next block You bed not park in the place Where the sign says ain't no park Gonna make me come outside And have to lay down

ticket Move down South 'cuz the town is wild Now the radio jocks wanna clown my style I raised too many rappers you support Ask 'em who they grew up

on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good Swangin down the boulevard

on the block like block Throw your hood up, throw your hood up Let it drop! [Verse 8: Grimm] A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab maine Cousin, man

northbound bitches I'm talkin about the bitches down south You can find em in the 50's all the way to Grandview You can get em up in Overland Park and

afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five beers I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it up