Welcome To The South (Album Version|Edited)-Young Buck

歌手 : Young Buck

专辑 : Straight Outta Cashville

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TXT Welcome To The South (Album Version|Edited)-Young Buck 文本歌词

Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon

G-Unit in this b**ch, G-Unit in this b**ch

The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's

The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the south do

We pop pills, s***t to kill, you know what we 'bout

And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South

Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel

Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is

We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen

We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it

Your hood ain't no harder than mine, b**ch, we all thuggin'

We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start bustin'

I know I'm country, I can't help it, I'm from Tennessee

I'm throwin' up this Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy

Y'all niggas remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee

But Young Buck been A G', I give a f**k who you be boy

I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it

To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar

Some soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's

The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do

We pop pills, s***t to kill, you know what we 'bout

And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South

I swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's

I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'

7's and Mack 11's

I told 'em all I ain't no hoe

But niggas don't listen till you kick a ni**a

Smack him with that Callico

I'm tryin' to stay in God's plan

But I had to show these fagots

That your f**kin' with a man, ya b**ch

I left them niggas needin' path

And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend

Gotta go, gotta go, f**kin' Mash out

I hit the dro' a lil more and then I pass out

Crashin' the H2, b**ches I hate you

Now you keep talkin' sh*t, I kidnap and ducktape you

Let them Fagots R**e you

Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge

Tell them b**ches come and get me

'Cuz I was born in this b**ch to tie

I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your b**ch, gettin' high

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's

The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do

We pop pills, s***t to kill, you know what we 'bout

And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South

I'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so f**k y'all niggas dissin' me

I'm goin' down in history, I'm leavin' with a victory

Yo' baby Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me

Since I'm a star, when I hit the door, they never friskin' me

'Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around

Like 50, I'll Back You Down

Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground

You know my niggas hold me down

What goes around comes around

I represent H-Town, still run the underground

With bricks on the Greyhound, spree's on my escalade

I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way

Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level

It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's

The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do

We pop pills, s***t to kill, you know what we 'bout

And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South

Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's

The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South do

We pop pills, s***t to kill, you know what we 'bout

And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South