Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
C
Uh, it's really goin'
Gm
down in the South bitch
C
Dm
Yeah nigga,
we know hip hop and rap
And all that shit started
Verse 2
in the motherfuckin' East
Gm
Know I'm sayin'? Then it
went to the West coast
And they did it a little bit
better
To shine down here nigga
Verse 3
Dm
Know I'm sayin'? So since y'all
niggaz keep sayin'
We ain't real hip hop down here
Gm
We don't wanna be down
with you bitch ass niggaz
Verse 4
Dm
So y'all stay up there with that bullshit This country
rap tunes
down here nigga
Young Pimp, Young Bun,
Verse 5
Gm
All the O.G.'s that's recognizin'
the real
C
I got love for y'all but all you bitch
Talkin' down in ya records,
you can eat a dick
Hold up
Verse 6
Gm
Pushin' cocaine, servin'
C
Gm
pounds of weed
C
Dm
Steady stayin' on the grind
Pussy nigga can't say he
Because if you did,
C
Dm
then you wouldn't be lyin'
Verse 7
Gm
But how in the hell am I supposed to re
spect the man?
C
Dm
That talk down on every song
You steady actin' like a bitch,
Gm
C
you steady cryin' your eyes out
Gm
Say my name pussy nigga,
Dm
we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah
Verse 8
Gm
C
Gm
Quit hatin' the South, baby
C
Dm
We gettin' pa per in the South,
gettin' money
Gm
C
Gm
Quit hatin' the South, baby
C
Dm
Quit hatin' the South
Verse 9
Gm
Well, it's been a long time my nigga,
C
I shouldn't have left you
Gm
When I some real trill shit to go left to
Dm
Gotta lot of respect fool,
for the ones before me
But when my time came they act
like they ain't know me
Verse 10
Gm
I've been down with rap music
C
since Cold Crush and Melle
Gm
C
Before MTV put Run- D.M.C. on the tele
Dm
Back when Whodini tried to tell
ya about ya friends
C
Nigga I was givin' rap all my
Verse 11
Gm
Bought damn near every record
the motherfucker dropped
C
Gm
West coast gangsta music,
Dm
Now it's our time to shine
and the tables is turned
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause
we gettin' some burn
Verse 12
Gm
There's no room for everybody,
C
just a few niggaz is swole
Gm
Probably 'cause they favorite
Dm
But just let go of the past 'cause
it's hurtin' your hands
And pass it over to the next
generation of fans
Verse 13
Gm
And quit hatin' the South, baby
C
Dm
We gettin' pa per in the South,
getting' money
Gm
C
Gm
Quit hatin' the South, baby
Verse 14
Gm
I'm blastin' off on you hoes
like NASA
You double standards and hypocrisy
Dm
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table
but when ya dick get hard
You wanna run up with
(Incomprehensible)
Verse 15
Gm
I from the get coke but I'm
still clockin' figures
Bitch hoe cock suckin' nigga
Dm
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here,
get the fuck on fool
Verse 16
Gm
They say you can't rap and they
questionin' our intellect
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad
Dm
Ain't nobody typin' that much
can't be a danger
Catch you in person,
bitch I'll break yo' fingers
Verse 17
Gm
It's some trash in the South
but I promise you
From the East to the West,
some of y'all garbage too
Dm
As long as the beat knock
and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a rat's ass where a rap is from
Verse 18
Gm
I remember N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' like a rapper
was the thing to be
C
Dm
You can't fuck with Willie D,
UGK either
Disrespectin' the code,
does motherfuckers neither
Verse 19
Gm
C
Gm
Quit hatin' the South, baby
C
Dm
We gettin' pa per in the South,
gettin' money
Verse 20
Gm
To all the radio, TV and even the press
Been hatin' on the Sizz-
outh like we ain't impress
C
Dm
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
Verse 21
Gm
And all you washed up rappers,
you ain't what it's about
C
Gm
I see y'all tryin' rap like us
and puttin' grills in ya mouth
buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on
and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'
Verse 22
C
write my name up on the wall
Gm
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch
C
and put my dick up in her jaw
Dm
I'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone,
legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silver Royce,
keep yo' bitch's pussy moist
Verse 23
Gm
I'm bumped the school, that's how I do,
C
sippin' drank, each teen night
Gm
In Benz, big blue lens,
C
knock this bitch and fuck with her friend
Dm
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out,
bought the ranch man fuck the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'all
dope from us
So what the fuck you bitch niggaz
Gm
talkin' 'bout?
C
All you ole sensitive ass
Verse 24
I'm talkin' 'bout?
C
Y'all niggaz on y'all period
Dm
up there bitch
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? y'all hide behind
them e- mail addresses
Sendin' that bullshit through the air
Verse 25
Gm
Bitch, say my name bitch,
I'ma come to ya house
Fuck how you feel,
Dm
country rap tunes nigga
They put all y'all records on
one side of the store
Gm
And put all the country rap music on
the other side of the store
C
Gm
And see who sell out first
Verse 26
ya shit ain't sellin'
Gm
You reap what you sew and fuck
you in ya pussy
Keep talkin' that shit
Dm
Them young gladiators go come
Verse 27
get you too partner
Dm
Already, UGK for life,
Dm
Gm
fuck how you feel about it bitch
Young Pimp
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