Lil Keke - Where Da South At lyrics

(Hook - 2x) So put your money, where your mouth at If it's cheddar and chips, then we about that Fraud off in the game, baby I doubt that There go the East and the West, (now where the South at n***a) (Lil' Keke) I wear platinum on the chest, cause I just can't rest C.M.G. and BBS, nationwide success C-Note the big shot, and Lil' Keke the Don We been Houston trend setting, baby since day one Start over and do it again, it don't matter to me Rest in peace to DJ Screw, from the S.U.C It's the year 2-1, we still don't bar none Fade 'em all when we ball, keep the game on the run We put the lick down, multiplied the ends Then put the split down, Southsi' for li' (C-Note) We from the Southside n***a, we posted at the bar Me and Ke' the 'gar, we be shining like a star Them deuces on the car, cold drank mixed with bar Boys recognize who we are, cause we coming with that hard I wonder which ride, we gon flip this year 2002 Escalade, yes we skipped the year About to jump through the Kappa, the young pro rapper Three or four girls in my car, a true macker The young paper stacker, equipped with game n***a welcome to the section, where we hog the lane (Hook - 2x) (Lil' Keke) So put your money, where your mouth at Collecting chips and buying new whips, yeah I'm about that This is hardcore, thug life Tattoos and paying dues, and getting feddy every night Hoes sweating me, n***az betting me That the laws behind my Lam', think they could catch me I think not, I'ma mash to the spot Turning corners hitting blocks, got the sturning wheel hot Alright catch a flight, hot-lanta next night Looking for some fire green, the price is right Come on they say the South, bout to fall off It's the fourth quarter n***a, but the game ain't called off We ain't stopping, till the tapes is hauled off Even if it take the glock nine, and the sawed off For real, it ain't no telling where the South at Quit bumping your gums, and put your money your mouth at (Hook) (C-Note) I guess we blowed up, like you thought we wasn't See the double R, rap star on bu*tons Shining kinda dim, northstar like nothing And I'm stomping on the snitches, that be hating and fronting From the Clover to the Wood, n***a it's all good At the dome out in Miami Florida, it's all hood Recognize homeboy, we be South for life And my boys'll get more, from lifting so much ice Home of the piece and chain, diamond teeth and thangs Home of the pinky rings, and the raw c**aine These n***az swanging elbows, and acting all wild While I'm trying to win a Grammy, like I'm Destiny's Child Smoking black and mild, and getting crunk on stage f** in the after Source, n***a we front page See me backstage, strapped with a gauge Taking rap to a whole 'nother phaze, dog I'm any ways (Hook - 2x)