Welcome To The South - Album Version (Edited)

Welcome To The South - Album Version (Edited) Lyrics

Song Welcome To The South - Album Version (Edited)
Artist Young Buck
Album Straight Outta Cashville
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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 doGold
Grills, Coupe'
Deville's 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
SouthWorking 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 enemy
Y'all niggas remember me?
Not because the
Bird's tennekee
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 JarSome 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 doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of
G-Unit, welcome to the
SouthI 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'sI told 'em all
I ain't no hoe
But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with that
CallicoI'm tryin' to stay in
God's plan
But I had to show these fagots
That your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch
I left them niggas needin' path
And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin'
Mash outI 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 ducktape you
Let them Fagots 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 tie
I'm in Queens, in your '
Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high
Gold Grills,
Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the
South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of
G-Unit, welcome to the
SouthI'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 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 doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of
G-Unit, welcome to the
SouthGold
Grills, Coupe'
Deville's sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the
South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout
And on behalf of
G-Unit, welcome to the
South
Welcome To The South - Album Version (Edited) Lyrics
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