only need No, you cannot tell me There is pride in fearing pain A nation born in a country torn I know the rightful claim Way down south in the township Way down south
can never walk in my shoes dawg Even if I got my dude to make your shoes dawg You know about that south we act like fools dawg Your girl says she like that country
on.. on.. Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?) [Chorus: Charlie Wilson] Quit hatin the South... (baby) We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money) Quit hatin the South... (baby) Quit hatin the South
Shady, aftermath nigga! They be cuttin' them mo' fuckin checks now, I ride big nigga, I got my thang danglin nigga And I gotta big thang out my balls
on) Meet me in the boy's bathroom (Come on rra) That boy that love to rock Man, I hold more songs then a goddamn jukebox That nigga like 2 Pac, 130 songs
the Lord's staff, an English Angel, is angry about the Lord's inexplicably cavalier treatment of his country, which did, after all, win those two Big
grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!) Been beating
maybe make a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big
Yeah) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (Yeah) People hear Mase call 'em wanna get their mase on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah) Been
so gutter but the song so chorus ghetto, country, hood, ratchet put your hands up if you f**king that s**t ghetto, ya know opposite of busse twelve inch yaki, big
L.A. before it was called South Central Makin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta Now I'm big
ride, son?" Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' out of them Speakers was solid country gold Then
pussy like shrimp-fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya) I met a woman in the heart of Australia Had a big butt and big titties
pussy like shrimp fried rice Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya I met a woman in the heart of Australia Had a big butt and big titties, too So
gone, left me with the Hamil-ton Window tint, same ol' song Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat Bump my song, get drunk, get it crunk Country-fried
Big Country Cane, Big Homie, what it is? I think I'm a rap straight up for these niggas Now everybody wanna be the king of the south When they ain't runnin
this one, doin' 105 up 85 What you talking about? The dirty south and you just entered the prise? You gotta special way of making me rise They playing your song
