"Welcome To The South" lyrics - YOUNG BUCK

YOUNG BUCK

"Welcome To The South"

feat. David Banner & Lil Flip

[Intro: Young Buck]
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 do

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
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, 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 hennessy, and blowin up my enemies
Y'all niggas remember me? (remember me?)
Not because the birds ten a ki'
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 Jar
Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car

[Verse 2: David Banner]
I swear on the souls of our dead cousins
I ain't fuckin', man I'm comin' AK 40's bustin'
7's and Mack 11's
I told 'em all I ain't no ho
But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga
Smack him with that callico
I'm tryin' to stay in gods plan
But I had ta show these faggots that your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch!
I left them niggas needin' path
And y'all prob'ly won't live to see this weekend
Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin' mash out
I 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 duct tape you
Let them faggots 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 die
I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I'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 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

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles 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 South
Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles 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 South