Uh, it's really goin' down in the South *****
Yeah *****, we know hip hop and rap
And all that **** started in the mother***kin' East

Know I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast
And they did it a little bit better
Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our time
To shine down here *****

Know I'm sayin'? So since y'all *****z keep sayin'
We ain't real hip hop down here
We don't wanna be down with you ***** *** *****z

So y'all stay up there with that ********
This country rap tunes down here *****
Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz

All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real
I got love for y'all but all you ***** *** *****z
Talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a ****
Hold up

Pushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed
Steady stayin' on the grind
***** ***** can't say he ain't hatin' me
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'

But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?
That talk down on every song
You steady actin' like a *****, you steady cryin' your eyes out
Say my name ***** *****, we can get the **** on, on, ooh yeah

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 *****, I shouldn't have left you
When I some real trill **** to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool, 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
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
***** I was givin' rap all my time and my ends

Bought damn near every record the mother***ker dropped
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them mother***kers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn

There's no room for everybody, just a few *****z is swole
Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control
But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands
And p*** it over to the next generation of fans

And quit hatin' the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, getting' 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 M***a
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya **** get hard
You wanna run up with [Incomprehensible]

I from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures
***** hoe **** suckin' *****
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here, get the ***k on fool

They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect
Friendly *** *****z jumpin' bad on the Internet
Ain't nobody typin' 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 *** where a rap is from

I remember N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be
You can't ***k with Willie D, UGK either
Disrespectin' the code, does mother***kers neither

Quit hatin' the South, baby
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money

To all the radio, TV and even the press
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state
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 tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'
But hoe we know what's goin' on and ***** that ******** ain't workin'

I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall
***k yo' ***** and hit the switch and put my **** up in her jaw
I'm Sweet Jones, ***ked a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' *****'s ***** moist

I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this ***** and ***k with her friend
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man ***k the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us
So what the ***k you ***** *****z talkin' 'bout?

All you ole sensitive *** *****z, know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Y'all *****z on y'all period up there *****
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
Sendin' that ******** through the air

*****, say my name *****, I'ma come to ya house
***k how you feel, country rap tunes *****
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

***** *** *****, it's ya own fault ya **** ain't sellin'
You reap what you sew and ***k you in ya *****
Keep talkin' that ****
Them young gladiators go come get you too partner

Already, UGK for life, ***k how you feel about it *****
Young Pimp