- Quit Hatin' the South(featuring Charlie Wilson & Willie D) 歌词 UGK
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- Uh! It's really goin' down in the South *****!
Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap
And all that shit started in the mutha****in' East
Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better
Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here nigga!
Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here
We don't wanna be down with you ***** ass niggas!
So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!
This country rap tunes down here nigga!
Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!
All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all
But all you ***** ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a ****!
Hold up!
Pushin cocaine, syrup and pounds of weed (pounds of weed ***** nigga)
Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)
***** nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me *****.. hold up)
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)
But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)
That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down nigga!)
You steady actin' like a *****, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying *****!)
Say my name ***** nigga, we can get the shit on... on...
Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)
Quit hatin' the South... (baby)
We gettin' paper in the South... (gettin' money)
Quit hatin' the South... (baby)
Quit hatin' the South...
Well it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)
With some real trill shit to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me
But when my time came they act like they ain't know me
I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends
Bought damn near every record the mutha****a dropped
West coast ******* music, East coast hip-hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them mutha****as aggravated cause we gettin' some burn
"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole" (why is that?)
Probably cause they favorite rappers ain't in control
But just let go of the past cause it's hurtin your hands
And pass it over to the next generation of fans
And quit hatin' the South
Quit hatin' the South... (baby)
We gettin' paper in the South... (gettin' money)
Quit hatin' the South... (baby)
Quit hatin' the South...
I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA
You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya **** get hard
You wanna run up in our broads
I from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures
***** .. ho.. ****suckin' nigga
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here, get the **** on fool!
They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect
Friendly ass niggas jumpin' bad on the internet
Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger
Catch you in person, ***** I'll break yo' fingers!
It's some trash in the South but I promise you
From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too
As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from
I remember N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be
You can't **** with Willie D, UGK either
Disrepsecting the code, jealous mutha****as need to
Quit hatin' the South... (baby)
We gettin' paper in the South... (gettin' money)
To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh
Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, ***** we got somethin' to say
And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about
I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkn'
But ho we know what's goin' on and ***** that bullshit ain't workin'
Imma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall
**** yo' ***** and hit the switch and put my **** up in her jaw
I'm Sweet Jones, **** a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' *****'s ***** moist
I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, byzantine link
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this ***** and **** with her friend
Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch man **** the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us so what the **** you *****
Niggas talkin' 'bout?
All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkinbout?
Y'all niggas on y'all period up there *****!
Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
Sending that bullshit through the air!
*****! Say my name *****, Imma come to ya house!
**** how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!
They put all y'all records on one side of the store
And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store
And see who sell out first... ***** ass nigga!
It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'!
You reap what you sew!
**** you in ya *****!
Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!
Already, UGK for life, **** how you feel about it *****!
Young Pimp
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