Haystak - Keep It Southern Lyrics






Stop, stop, stop....
Look but don't touch it
If ya rub up against it
I hope that you don't scuff it now
[x3]

(Stop, stop, stop, stop...)

I keep a sack of that sticky icky
A chrome nine millie wit me
A guy to watch my back
Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me
You either represent me
Or your up against me
Where I'm from
They let loose until the clips is empty
Tennessee, I'm from that volunteer state
Where when people get to drinkin'
The violence just escalate
We got young ass boys, drivin' Escalades
We whippin' Caprice's the color of lemonade
So much pearl, that them bitches look laminated
Pass by your girl, the bitches look captivated
Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated
I got indicted
And these haters 'round here celebrated
Show me a hole in the wall and a microphone
We get 'em riled up, in here things get thrown
Ornery, thats the way we roll
Rock northern California, the same as home
Now come on

Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Big booty white broads, who she in the H-2?
Comin' through the drive thru
Sittin' on them (ohh uhhoo's)
Hippie starch, Timberlands with the matching jacket
I got that automatic, hate to have to cap a faggot
Blowin' big
I'm on the scene spendin' massive cabbage
Catch me in traffic and transit
Cause I be mashin' damn it
Imagine your hustle, amplified by twenty times
No time to sleep, it's a continuous grind
An in the street grindin'
Like a motherfuckin' pepper shaker
Rollin' like a 18 wheeler (breaker, breaker)
I eat fader faker, like Waltor Payton leave 'em shook
Got the law tryna hit me with the book
(Ha Ha)
We roll up, like cigarillos, six figure fellows
Bitches be like hello, haters be like hell no
Southern girls keep it shakin' like some jello
Get off in the mix
And your subject will catch an elbow

Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)

Down south money getters
All go no stop
Broads treat my pocket
Like the center of a blow pop
We don't smoke sacks
Naw boy we blow crops
Hit the mute button boy
[siren]
Don't you see those damn cops?
Heads bobbin' up and down
Gone on that stupid juice
Lookin' for a reason we can act a fool, sup fool?
Fuck you, duck dude he's got a gun
Try not to fall
You get stomped when everybody run
I holla hey lil mama you the right height right width
Is that your girlfriend I'm into that bi shit
I've been addicted since the first time I tried it
The sight of them tongues touchin' gets me excited
Stack mack baby, ain't a glitch in my game
Vaginas begin to glisten when you mention my name
And I don't drink champagne, but I'll buy some
And bust a bottle on a bitch if he try somethin'
Tell that boy! Now...

Stop, stop, stop....
Look but don't touch it
If ya rub up against it
I hope that you don't scuff it now
[x3]

(Stop, stop, stop, stop...)

Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something

(We keep it southern now)

Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
Pushin' and shovin' they love it
When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

(We keep it southern)

Pull up in front and we bumpin'
Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
Tryin' to get into something

(We keep it southern boy)





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Haystak Keep It Southern Comments
  1. J.... L....

    Fuckin with HAYSTACK ALL THE WAY FROM NORTHERN CALIFORNIA SAC TOWN

  2. A.... H....

    We need this beast to mold CWB biker crew in the 815 yes we can.

  3. P.... T....

    Dirty South
    Mobile Alabama!
    Mob town

  4. F.... Y....

    Stop, stop, stop....
    Look but don't touch it
    If ya rub up against it
    I hope that you don't scuff it now
    [x3]

    (Stop, stop, stop, stop...)

    I keep a sack of that sticky icky
    A chrome nine millie wit me
    A guy to watch my back
    Incase somebody try to 50 Cent me
    You either represent me
    Or your up against me
    Where I'm from
    They let loose until the clips is empty
    Tennessee, I'm from that volunteer state
    Where when people get to drinkin'
    The violence just escalate
    We got young ass boys, drivin' Escalades
    We whippin' Caprice's the color of lemonade
    So much pearl, that them bitches look laminated
    Pass by your girl, the bitches look captivated
    Roll my eyes, at the broads and accelerated
    I got indicted
    And these haters 'round here celebrated
    Show me a hole in the wall and a microphone
    We get 'em riled up, in here things get thrown
    Ornery, thats the way we roll
    Rock northern California, the same as home
    Now come on

    Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
    Pushin' and shovin' they love it
    When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

    (We keep it southern)

    Pull up in front and we bumpin'
    Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
    Tryin' to get into something

    (We keep it southern now)

    Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
    Pushin' and shovin' they love it
    When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

    (We keep it southern)

    Pull up in front and we bumpin'
    Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
    Tryin' to get into something

    (We keep it southern boy)

    Big booty white broads, who she in the H-2?
    Comin' through the drive thru
    Sittin' on them (ohh uhhoo's)
    Hippie starch, Timberlands with the matching jacket
    I got that automatic, hate to have to cap a faggot
    Blowin' big
    I'm on the scene spendin' massive cabbage
    Catch me in traffic and transit
    Cause I be mashin' damn it
    Imagine your hustle, amplified by twenty times
    No time to sleep, it's a continuous grind
    An in the street grindin'
    Like a motherfuckin' pepper shaker
    Rollin' like a 18 wheeler (breaker, breaker)
    I eat fader faker, like Waltor Payton leave 'em shook
    Got the law tryna hit me with the book
    (Ha Ha)
    We roll up, like cigarillos, six figure fellows
    Bitches be like hello, haters be like hell no
    Southern girls keep it shakin' like some jello
    Get off in the mix
    And your subject will catch an elbow

    Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
    Pushin' and shovin' they love it
    When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

    (We keep it southern)

    Pull up in front and we bumpin'
    Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
    Tryin' to get into something

    (We keep it southern now)

    Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
    Pushin' and shovin' they love it
    When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

    (We keep it southern)

    Pull up in front and we bumpin'
    Pumpin' the brakes and we stuntin'
    Tryin' to get into something

    (We keep it southern boy)

    Down south money getters
    All go no stop
    Broads treat my pocket
    Like the center of a blow pop
    We don't smoke sacks
    Naw boy we blow crops
    Hit the mute button boy
    [siren]
    Don't you see those damn cops?
    Heads bobbin' up and down
    Gone on that stupid juice
    Lookin' for a reason we can act a fool, sup fool?
    Fuck you, duck dude he's got a gun
    Try not to fall
    You get stomped when everybody run
    I holla hey lil mama you the right height right width
    Is that your girlfriend I'm into that bi shit
    I've been addicted since the first time I tried it
    The sight of them tongues touchin' gets me excited
    Stack mack baby, ain't a glitch in my game
    Vaginas begin to glisten when you mention my name
    And I don't drink champagne, but I'll buy some
    And bust a bottle on a bitch if he try somethin'
    Tell that boy! Now...

    Stop, stop, stop....
    Look but don't touch it
    If ya rub up against it
    I hope that you don't scuff it now
    [x3]

    (Stop, stop, stop, stop...)

    Pumpin' is nothin' they scufflin'
    Pushin' and shovin' they love it
    When we get it crunk in this mothafucka

    (We keep it southern)

  5. G.... ....

    #stak4Ever.....2019

  6. J.... M....

    Great song!

  7. L.... B....

    GA ION THE HOUSE

  8. H.... B....

    We from that volunteer state .Damn right webe mashin

    H.... B....

    Volatile state

  9. K.... A....

    901 - Memphis

  10. T.... ....

    b diggin da stack woooooo!!!!!

  11. B.... C....

    @alabamaboy357 son i'm from Bay Minette Alabama southeast dude right on the gulf fucking coast and i'm white so YOU shut the fuck up you don't have any idea what your talking about so shut the hell up ok? you don't know what being southern means

  12. B.... C....

    you ain't southern then nigga i'm from bama too and all the shit he says i grew up with so fuck off nigga @alabamaboy357

  13. 6.... ....

    i'm southern.. n believe me, he's southern..