In the South (feat. Gucci Mane & Pimp C)

They wanna what's going on in the South
 Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth
 Two rollies at the same time, I'm too cool
 Gucci, is you locing? 'Cause that motherfucker Crip blue
 Suwoo Bentley and the Forgies Suwoo, too
 And I know two Jews, eat a case like it's fast food
 I bought a T-rex on these niggas 'cause life's cruel
 My jewels so cold that you might get the slight flu
 Bird's eye view, I'm looking down at the lil' dudes
 And if I had to, pussy nigga, I'll rob you
 You wanna see me locked 24 just like cop do
 You hate from the sideline, that's what yo' job to
 Gang mentality, I think like the mob do
 Police brutality, I'm strapped like a cop, fool
 My dope boy do numbers just like my shows do
 My main bitch rolling for me just like my hoes do
 These suckers say they coming for me, well, cook me soul food
 I'm out, 'Quest yo house, and I pull up with a trunk full
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South
 Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South
 Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth
 Even though the radio refused to give us airplay
 Bump this shit in your Cadillac, your Cutlass or box Che-vy, hea-vy
 Timothy McVeigh, knock it down like OKC, boy
 And ain't no nigga on ya playlist fucking with a A-list nigga like B-I-G B-O-I, why?
 Effortlessly fly, I
 Tend to overthink when I ink these bars but y'all niggas don't even try
 Ball till you fall or your homies die
 Pour out a little liquor, let one in the sky
 Don't cry, let the doves do that when the guns go 'brrrp'
 Now that's what we call the pop life, true that
 (They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South)
 A nigga kick back at the house with my flipflops on
 Got an ounce on the couch, blow a bag
 Crack her jaw open, we all smoking
 And some of us even taking shots going in
 Jello, Tito's, white Hennessy, that brown liquor ain't yo' friend
 My G we know...
 What's going on in the South, in the South
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South
 Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South
 In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South
 Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth
 Big Chevy's bending corners, speakers thumping
 Yeah we make a scene
 That dirty, dirty in yo' ear, crystal clear
 Yeah, we got what you need
 Big Chevy's bending corners, speakers thumping
 Yeah we make a scene
 (Know what's going on in the South, in the South)
 That dirty, dirty in yo' ear, crystal clear
 Yeah, we got what you need
 (Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth)
 Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax
 Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax
 Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax