Welcome To The South - Young Buck

Young Buck, Lil' Flip, David Banner c’mon

G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch

The dirty dirty

Show 'em how the South do

Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin' on 22's

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

We pop pills, shoot 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, bitch, 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 enemies

Y’all niggas remember me?

(remember me?)

Not because the birds ten a ki'

But Young Buck been a g', I give a fuck 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 DeVilles sittin' on 22's

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

We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout

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

I swear on the souls of our dead cousins

I ain’t fuckin', man I’m comin' AK 40's bustin'

7's and Mack 11's

I told 'em all I ain’t no ho

But niggas don’t listen till you kick a nigga

Smack him with that callico

I’m tryin' to stay in gods plan

But I had ta show these faggots that your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch!

I left them niggas needin' path

And y’all prob’ly won’t live to see this weekend

Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin' mash out

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

Crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you

Now you keep talkin' shit, I kidnap and duct tape you

Let them faggots rape you

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

Tell them bitches come and get me

Cuz I was born in this bitch to die

I’m in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high

Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin' on 22's

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

We pop pills, shoot 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 fuck 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 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 DeVilles sittin' on 22's

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

We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout

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

Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin' on 22's

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

We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout

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