Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh   Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper   Silk headliner, ain't No Limit to how I shock ya   All chrome dated, they superb when I drop her   All these haters, they superb when I cock the      Nah I ain't gon' tell ya, I keep that to myself   But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself   Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland   Where they might shoot you up, it's not your heart layin'      Wayyy down in da water   Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"   And uh, you need to show me what you talkin' about   What all that gawkin' about, or you just runnin' your mouth      I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I   The hump back girls with thighs   Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein' thick   Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit, I stay      Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order   (Shh, keep it quiet now)   Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order      Yo, check, yo   You gettin' close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks   So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank   Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon   'Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons      Then we, flood the streets, oh how they, lovin' me   Come through in the Buick sittin' so, lovely   We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas   Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob      I'm natural wit it, supreme actual factual wit it   I got them gats you got to get it   You and them cats got to get it, get it      I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited   Run for cover, somebody call up the Guinness   Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin' tremendous   Dirty we big truckin' with weapons of mass destruction   It's the muddy St Louis, get to it, cash is nothin', it go      Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order   (Shh, keep it quiet now)   Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order      Yo, I'm from the land of kick do's   Where niggaz come through your window with pistols   Like Bruh Man off the fifth flo'   See the way the wrist glow, sick flow   Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco      Hood crime highly infested   Check your rap, rock and pop stations, Gube Thug, highly requested   And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' Tucker   In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker      And the game from the veterans, righteous bars   I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars   And the world might change if ever I quit blessin' it   Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament      I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon   Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan   Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells   Might, catch me hoppin' outta the truck, blowin' the L, we yellin'      Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order   (Shh, keep it quiet now)   Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order      We stay, wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order   (Shh, keep it quiet now)   Wayyy down in da water, yeah   Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi   Ready to put that ass in order