Lil Wayne - I'm From The South lyrics

Verse 1: Uhh... Im Weezy F. b**h what it do. (what it do) I got that f** a motha f**a attitude. (f** you) I got a gun and a b**h. (I got two x2) I got a b**h and a gun. (I got two x2) Im the hottest in this b**h straight up. (straight up) I gotem on my back, like... wait up. (wait up) I aint finished with you hoes stay up. (stay up) Im at the top b**h, look way up. (way up) n***as trippin b**hes wishin theyll come down here (f** me). Sick and tired of that city and she fiendn for country. I aint mad at cha girl she just feelin my gangsta. From the bottom of the map where the bricks get anchored. Where the dope is heavy. Where the hoes is fine. Where the hoes a getcha, if you n***as is blind. So, this is the time, you should listen to mine. Dont play wit it b**h, n***a this is tha South. Chorus: b**h Im from the South, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside, and yall die. We all ride. Ey p**y n***a you know you aint from the South. Verse 2: b**h. Check em off. Fresh. Dap it Don, tech the strap is on Brrrdddaattt! Your back is off. Yea, bag em up. Yea, bag em down. Yea, crack em up the new, crack in town. Its Weezy, say the baby, lotta pizzazz about me. Holly groove, seventeen, Belfast, Eagle Street. Chells mans illegal heat, Trells plants leave em sleep, trashcan no sheetsswell man. Hell has no furry but Im strapped so dont worry, when the weather starts to flurry, we adapt in a hurry. Less guts then glory man, upchuck the party man. Buck. Buck. Your Carter man f**. f**. Duck. Duck. They caught em. Get away smooth from the pig, just a cig, in a river with his wig, his liver in his feet. Down south Louisiana, 504, we dont loose. Chorus: b**h Im from the South, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside, and yall die. We all ride. Ey p**y n***a you know you aint from the South. Verse 3: Yeaah. Block burners. Ey, I spend a bin, wit my thirty-six waist saggin. No smiles, on some murder sh** straight clappin. Waste bag ya n***as. And what makes matters worse, they rattin n***as, that put ya motha f**in face in tha dirt. Kiss the snails boy. Close the box, drill the nails boy. Ya wont bite, youre a just a will. You are just a witness when the sh** for real. You are, not real, your mo b**h then your girl. Get her down south and put some dick in her world. I got diamonds in my mouth. I got diamonds on my neck. Gotta bad s**in women and Im bout to wipe dat. Vizzile tizzle tourists... come down and we gon loose ya. Have a motha f**a thinking dat they in Aruba. Max and Rugers, shootin to k** you. Your music dont reach down here. We dont feel you! Chorus: b**h Im from the South, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside, and yall die. We all ride. Ey p**y n***a you know you aint from the South.