conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Down South with the following description: A pretty unnoticed (but still dope) track on the Big Tymers last album, Big Money Heavyweight. Featuring a young Lil Wayne, an awesome Ludacris, and that dude Jazzy Pha! Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah... scene so thick
  Talkin' bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
  Nuttin' but that 
  U.G.K
  All the playas
  All the hustlers
  Eightball, MJG
  , Goodie Mob
  Y'all know what it is
  [Verse 1 - Ludacris]
  See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hoes
  A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
  I'm rich bitch no more runnin round cold
  Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors
  Oh, yea I think the suckas now know
  That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low
  I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads
  I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin down shows
  Luda cash checks that'll break the bank
  Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank
  You can't beat me join me, peeps they bore me
  But all the Southern asses they keep me horny
  Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
  Got the head of Universal to sign the check
  Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers
  Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin over
  Uhh [Mannie Fresh - Hook]
  Caddie DeVilles
  Wood steerin wheels
  Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
  With your foot in the gas
  Nigga whippin out cash
  Just blowin the grass
  (That's Southern cousin)
  Caddie De Villes
  Wood steerin wheels
  Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
  With your foot in the gas
  Nigga whippin out cash
  Just blowin the grass
  (And you thought it wasn't)
  [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
  Ay ay
  Weezy the god bow down give praises
  I'm easily involved with the drugs in my matrix
  Just keepin it calm kickin dust from my laces
  I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic
  Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
  Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
  Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me
  Show appreciation for those who still with me
  Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
  Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
  Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah
  Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress
  Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
  Young and play hard with no practice
  Feelin me is like huggin a cactus
  But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it
  South side [Mannie Fresh - Hook]
  Caddie De Villes
  Wood steerin wheels
  Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
  With your foot in the gas
  Nigga whippin out cash
  Just blowin the grass
  (That's Southern cousin)
  Caddie De Villes
  Wood steerin wheels
  Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
  With your foot in the gas
  Nigga whippin out cash
  Just blowin the grass
  (And you thought it wasn't)
  [Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh]
  Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt
  When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp
  Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
  Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star
  Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
  Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang
  On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks
  Buck naked outside neighbors callin police
  Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
  Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
  Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
  Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall
  Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty
  Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys
  I'mma be Southern til the day I go
  From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes [Verse 4 - Baby]
  I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
  Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car
  I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
  New cars new rims with the work in the drop
  I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
  Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick
  Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
  Super fly get money in the drop top six
  I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky
  Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride
  I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake
  M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state
  I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
  Ten bikes customized everything we get
  I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin
  Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga
  [Outro - Jazzy Phae]
  Four on the whips, Southern cousin
  Home in the hills, Southern cousin
  Chromes and De Villes, Southern cousin
  Home cooked meals, Southern cousin
  Woooo
  When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels
  Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
  Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
  When you come down here you know what it is
  Wooooo
  (fade out)
  Four on the whips, Southern cousin
  Home in the hills, Southern cousin
  Chromes and De Villes, Southern cousin
  Home cooked meals, Southern cousin