no more touchin the Grey Hound we shine for the south get with it or lay down [Hook x4] From the South I got the diamonds in my mouth [Jay'Ton] I'm from
Tradução: Trae. Desde el Sur (Remix Abn).
Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dick Everytime I come round the corner [Paul Wall] I'm from
Rover cash, and a new set of fronts I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch [Hook] [Trae
we wipe boys down In South Park on MLK, on Sunday we clown From the streets of Antoine, to the Homestead hoods From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good
salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. Niggas know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, i did it for the troop
, bout these Broke roaching ass niggaz, in these streets So many people, wanna see me fall And then they wonder, why my attitude is fuck em all [Trae
bout, we wipe boys down In south park on mlk, on sunday we clown From the streets of antoine, to the homestead hoods From mo city to studewood, it's
rolmels (what else) Trunks and leek baskets (uh-huh) some roofs are flow masters (yeah) Dirty South riders and them the boys from thirty third From the
phone) A couple of grillin' bids in my past Cause I got caught up in the game Now it's 750, 000 dollars later And 18 grand everytime I pick up my telephone [Verse 2: Trae
' down Them blue boys shinin' all over H-Town Verse 4 (Jim Jones) (South let's go I know what it is) I gotta shout my n****z in Houston (Ay Trae what
lights on Ridin' home South east of the astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone It's J go see Harry's own His heartbeat pumps through my flesh and bone Flippin' with Trae
[Trae] Sitting low behind tints, swanging to Southwest I got a tech to the chest, penetrating the plex And if a nigga don't know, we Down South
of Jack, in a drop that got sprayed [Hook: Fat Pat - 4x] Just-just, got paid Pop-pop, trunk wave [Trae] It ain't no explaining off top, Trae fin to
Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch [Hook] [Trae
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, Im the bullet, BIAATCH!!! G'd up from the feet up. A-B-C D-E-F [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I'm a G
[Trae] Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop I been in it with my niggaz, for a
