Artist: Big Pokey f/ Mr. Lee Album: Evacuation Notice Song: I'm From the South Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook: Mr. Lee] Diamonds shining, in your face Candy car, dripping wet Stacking paper, while you haters stare Money raining, everywhere I'm from the south, I'm from the south I'm from the south, I'm from the south I'm from the south, I'm from the south I'm from the south, I'm from the south [Big Pokey] It's M-O-B dog, and they like my style White diamonds on my teeth, so they like my smile Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, that's the name of the game If a snitch nigga talk, then you aim for the brain At the club make it rain, hundreds and fifties Boys better get they weight up, if they wanna get with me They money bug bit me, now it's time to play On Star in the foreign, I can find my way The topic of discussion, is stacking that paper Money raising the duel truck, dragging the trailer Lay it all on the line, I go hard for scrilla These streets is the jungle, but you born gorilla for rilla I'm a icon, I'm what niggaz wanna be (g'eah) Keep watching, I'ma show you what you wanna see First thangs first, conquer what's in front of me They don't want none of me, they don't want none of me [Hook] [Big Pokey] Got zones for five, I got em for three Crock Bull move chickens, like a KFC Million dollar recipe, I'ma grind for mine Invest that get it back, down the line Six foot three, 350 diamond down In a cocaine Rover, when I'm riding around I'm a player (player), they hate that nigga Sensei'll pull a chick, like a tre-8 trigger Sliding through the Stone, balling like Jim Jones With my Tim's on, in a Benz with the brim gone Pay attention to me, follow the leader One hitter quitter, knock the meat out a fajita They try to cheat us to beat us, but they know the truth Clutch city get gritty, niggaz know what it do Looking good when I come through, living the life Paper'ed up tapered up, and it's linen in ice nigga [Hook] [Big Pokey] Use to text talk niggaz, how to hold the grain Screens lit up, nigga fo's and bang Hoes feeling my slang, loving my swag Trunk full of shopping bags, coming home popping tags Pulling slabs out, popping trunks acting bad Pedal to the metal, with the roof back shagging ass Giving boys the bidness, from the stage to the street With this heat, giving boys the bidness These diamonds cause collisions, boys be staring Sometime they can't talk, like they ain't coherent It's cool with me, even if they wanna act a fool It's cool, I got the tool with me I'ma keep it G'd up, hitting blocks on these punks Burning weed up, better speed up Before I fly by, I'm a fly guy Me I'ma make a nigga feel it, that's why my [Hook]