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

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