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Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson and Willie D) [Main Version - Clean]
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Uh! It's really goin' down in the South nigga! Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap And all that shit started in the mutha****in' 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 niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here We don't wanna be down with you p***y ass niggas! 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 p***y ass niggas talkin' down in your records, you can eat a d**k! Hold up! Pushin c*****e, syrup and pounds of weed (pounds of weed b***h nigga) Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga) B***h nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me nigga.. 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 b***h, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying b***h!) Say my name b***h nigga, we can get the shit on... on... Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?) 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 nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left) With 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 mutha****a dropped West coast mother****ing music, East coast hip-hop Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned Them mother****as aggravated cause we gettin' some burn "There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole" (why is that?) Probably 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 Quit hatin' the South... (baby) We gettin' paper in the South... (gettin' money) Quit hatin' the South... (baby) 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 d**k get hard You wanna run up in our broads I from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures B***h.. ho.. d**k sucking nigga And that goes for all you visitors too If you don't like it down here, get the **** on fool! They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect Friendly ass niggas jumpin' bad on the internet Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger Catch you in person, b***h 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 **** with Willie D, UGK either Disrespecting the code, jealous mutha****as need t Quit hatin' the South... (baby) We gettin' paper in the South... (gettin' money) To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, b***h we got somethin' to sa 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 ho we know what's goin' on and b***h that bullshit ain't workin Imma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall **** yo' b***h and hit the switch and put my d**k up in her ja I'm Sweet Jones, **** a clone, legend on the microphon Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' b***h's p***y mois I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, byzantine link In Benz, big blue lens, knock this b***h and **** with her frien Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch man **** the hous And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us so what the **** you bitc Niggas talkin' 'bout? All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all niggas on y'all period up there b***h Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses Sending that bullshit through the air! B***h! Say my name b***h, Imma come to ya house **** how you feel, country rap tunes nigga 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***h ass nigga It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'! You reap what you sew! **** you in ya b***h Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna! Already, UGK for life, **** how you feel about it b***h Young Pimp
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