(feat. Charlie Wilson and Willie D)
[Intro: Pimp C]
Uh! It`s really goin down in the South bitch!
Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the
muthafuckin 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 NIGGA!
Knalmsayin? So since y`all niggaz keep sayin we ain`t real hip-hop down here
We don`t wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!
So y`all stay up there with that BULLshit!
This country rap tunes down here nigga!
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 bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!
Hold up!
[Charlie Wilson (Pimp C):]
Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)
Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)
Pussy nigga can`t say he ain`t hating me (I know you hating me bitch.. 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 (I hear you talkin down nigga!)
You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on.. on..
Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
Quit hatin the South...
[Bun B:]
Well it`s been a long time my nigga, I shouldn`t have left you (I shouldn`t have left)
When I some real trill shit 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
Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends
Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop
Now it`s our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them muthafuckas aggravated `cause we gettin some burn
"There`s no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole" (why 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
[Chorus]
[Willie D:]
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 dick get hard
You wanna run up with the ?
I from the get.. coke but I`m still clockin figures
Bitch.. hoe.. cocksuckin nigga
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don`t like it down here, get the fuck on fool!
They say you can`t rap and they questioning our intellect
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet
Ain`t nobody typing that much, can`t be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch 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 ass 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 fuck with Willie D, UGK either
Disrepsecting the code, ? muthafuckas neither
[Chorus: 1/2]
[Pimp C:]
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, bitch 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 bitch that bullshit ain`t workin
I`ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall
Fuck yo` bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw
(I`m Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone
Player`s choice, silver Royce, keep yo` bitch`s pussy moist
I`m bumped the school, that`s how I do, sippin drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend
Candy cart, squeeze `em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house
And y`all still gotta buy y`al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch
niggaz talkin `bout? {*echoes*}
[Outro: Pimp C]
All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?
Y`all niggaz on y`all period up there BITCH!
Knalmtalkinbout? Y`all hide behind them e-mai
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