Stanley Brothers - Man Of Constant Sorrow lyrics

(feat. Big Steve)

[Intro]

They done done the wrong thing, and leave us two alone

Leave us with the pen and paper, make a drastic song

We party all night long, we party all night long

Cause it just don't stop, until the break of dawn

Body rock, body rock (bou-bounce to this) [x4]

[Fat Pat]

Go on shake it go on break it, body rock with me

It's the F-A to the T, call me the sugar daddy

With the Grand Papi, on a Southside flip

Big blades wood strip, candy coated mothership

Don't trip we in the club, body rocking fa sho

All my hoes on the flo', bou-bounce real low

While I lead the crowd, how you do that there

One foot up in the front, rock it like you don't care

All my playas you can do it, cause it's thoed in the game

Piece and chain diamond ring, go on let your Rolly swang

All my gangstas do this thang, throw your set up in the air

Body rock-body rock, body rock we don't care

Got the roof on fire, cause we crunk in this bitch

Everybody getting live, on this Southside shit

Grab your bitch big pimps, in the do' for real

Fat Pat and Big Steve, got the trick up our sleeve

[Hook x2]

Body rock, body rock (bou-bounce to this)

Body rock, body rock (bou-bounce to this)

Body rock, body rock (bou-bounce to this)

Bou-bounce to this, bou-bounce to this

[Big Steve]

Shit done get heavy in the game, plus it's drastic

Rolling with my motherfucking partna, Fat Pat trick

Niggaz know we popped up twice, ain't tripping

Playa points given, Grand Papi still sipping

Now as we flipping through these H-Town streets, two deep

Looking for the boppers as we creep-creep-creep, now peep

What's the deal, hoes gotta toss it up

From the head to the toes, that's the way the game go

Fa sho we in the do', body rocking and shocking

Affiliated to the playas, cause the tops be dropping

I thought I told you once before, that this here ain't stoppin

Bagguetes and bezeltynes, plus a million dolla dream

Do it how you want it, put your hands to the sky

Woss Ness and Wreckshop, gon be keeping it live

Taking a motherfucking ride, to the T-O-P

Now everybody in the place, body rock with me

Now see the party ain't over, cause this shit don't stop

And if you flipping in the drop, make your ass-end hop

Now put your left foot in, and your right foot out

Body rock with your bitch, like it ain't no doubt

Southside for life, you gotta feel that baby

Steady pumping and grinding, I need's my feddy

Sharper than a mechetti, the blades be chopping

Down the Boulevard, watch how the hoes be bopping

[Hook x2]

[Fat Pat]

And I know what you saying, playas don't dance

But we boogie every chance, like ants in our pants

Put your mind in a trance, break it if you can

Bou-bounce drop that ass, hit the front smash the gas

Roll right pass them haters, when we stroll

Body rocking nonstop, balling out of control

Crawling down on 4's, tipping real slow

Freestyling on a track, that I got from Platinum Soul

Noke and Double D, we screaming Wreckshop

And it won't stop, till we make em body rock

Can you feel me now, as we put it down

H-Town to Louisiana, let me see you bounce

Connect with Austin Texas, flossing in a Lexus

Bout it-bout it now, who's next with the plexes

Don't mess with Texas, that's what we said

Cause you see us crawling down, flossing turning heads

[Hook x4]