文本歌词

Uh It's really goin down in the South b**ch
Yeah ni**a We know hip-hop and rap and all that sh*t started in the
Muthaf**kin East
Knalmsayin Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better
Knalmsayin But now it's our time to shine down here NI**A
Knalmsayin So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here
We don't wanna be down with you b**ch a** niggaz
So y'all stay up there with that b******t
This country rap tunes down here ni**a
Young Pimp Young Bun Underground Kingz
All the O G 's that's recognizing the real I got love for y'all
But all you b**ch a** niggaz talkin down in ya records you can eat a DICK
Hold up
Pushin coc*ine serving pounds of w**d (pounds of w**d p**sy ni**a)
Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding stay in the studio ni**a)
P**sy ni**a can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me b**ch hold up)
Because if you did then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)
But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man (if it ain't respected it ain't respected)
That talk down on every song hear you talkin down ni**a
You steady actin like a b**ch you steady cryin your eyes out crying b**ch
Say my name p**sy ni**a we can get the sh*t on on
Ooooooooh yeah
Quit hatin the South (baby)
We gettin paper in the South (gettin money)
Quit hatin the South (baby)
Quit hatin the South
Well it's been a long time my ni**a I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)
When I some real trill sh*t to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me
But when my time came they act like they ain't know me
I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)
Before MTV put Run-D M C on the tele (tele)
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
Ni**a I was giving rap all my time and my ends
Bought damn near every record the muthaf**ka dropped
West coast gangsta music East coast hip-hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them muthaf**kas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn
"There's no room for everybody just a few niggaz is swole" is that
Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control
But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands
And pass it over to the next generation of fans
And quit hatin the South
I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA
You double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya xxxx get hard
You wanna run up with the
I from the get coke but I'm still clockin figures
B**ch hoe cocksuckin ni**a
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here get the f**k on fool
They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect
Friendly a** niggaz jumpin bad on the internet
Ain't nobody typing that much can't be a danger
Catch you in person b**ch I'll break yo' fingers
It's some trash in the South but I promise you
From the East to the West some of y'all garbage too
As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot son
I can give a rat's a** where a rapper is from
I remember N W A and PE
Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be
You can't f**k with Willie D UGK either
Disrepsecting the code muthaf**kas neither
And quit hatin the South
To all the radio T V and even the presses
Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready
Y'all think we came in the place say man we came in the state
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre b**ch we got somethin to say
And all you washed up rappers you ain't what it's about
I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat buy the beat like y'all bouncin and twerkn
But hoe we know what's goin on and b**ch that b******t ain't workin
I'ma O G Rock Balll write my name up on the wall
F**k yo' b**ch and hit the switch and put my xxxx up in her jaw
(I'm Sweet) Jones f**ked a clone legend on the microphone
Player's choice silver Royce keep yo' b**ch's p**sy moist
I'm bumped the school that's how I do sippin drank each teen night
In Benz big blue lens knock this b**ch and f**k with her friend
Candy cart squeeze 'em out bought the ranch man f**k the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'al d**e from us so what the f**k you b**ch
Niggaz talkin 'bout
All you ole sensitive a** niggaz Knalmtalkinbout
Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there B**CH
Knalmtalkinbout Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
Sending that b******t through the air
B**ch Say my name b**ch I'ma come to ya house
F**k how you feel country rap tunes NI**A
They put all y'all records on one side of the store
And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store
And see who sell out first b**ch a** ni**a
It's ya own fault ya sh*t ain't sellin
You reap what you sew
F**k you in ya p**sy
Keep talkin that sh*t them young gladiators go come get you too patna
Already UGK for life f**k how you feel about it b**ch
Young Pimp