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(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.. SongtexteOoooooooh 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-mail addresses sending that bullshit through the air! Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house! Fuck 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... bitch ass nigga! It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin! You reap what you sew! Fuck you in ya pussy! Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna! Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch! Young Pimp Aus Songtexte Mania