Young Buck - Welcome To The South lyrics

Young Buck: Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon G-Unit In This b**h, G-Unit In This b**h The Dirty, Dirty Show 'Em How The South Do Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's The Dirty, Dirty Baby Show 'Em How The South Do We Pop Pills, Shoot To k**, You Know What We 'Bout And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, b**h, We All Thuggin' We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin' I Know I'm Country, I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies Ya'll n***as Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A f** Who You Be Boy I Want In On Everything, A Dime Bag, If So Come See Me For It To Be A Star, All You Need Is A Pyrex Jar Some Soldiers, And Some Baking Soda, You Can Buy That Car Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's The Dirty, Dirty Baby Show 'Em How The South Do We Pop Pills, Shoot To k**, You Know What We 'Bout And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South David Banner: I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's I Ain't f**in, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin', 7's And Mack 11's I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe But n***as Don't Listen Till You Kick A n***a, Smack Him With That Callico I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan But I Hadta Show These f*ggots That Your f**in With A Man, Ya b**h! I Left Them n***as Needin'Path And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend, Gotta Go, Gotta Go, fu*kin Mash Out I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pa** Out Crashin' The H2, b**hes I Hate You Now U Keep Talkin sh**, I Kidnap And Ducktape You Let Them f*ggots Rape You Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge Tell Them b**hes Come And Get Me Cuz I Was Born In This b**h To Die I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your b**h, Gettin' High Young Buck: Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's The Dirty, Dirty Baby Show 'Em How The South Do We Pop Pills, Shoot To k**, You Know What We 'Bout And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South Lil Flip: I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So f** Ya'll n***as Dissin' Me I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin' Me Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down" Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground You Know My n***as Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down Young Buck: Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's The Dirty, Dirty Baby Show 'Em How The South Do We Pop Pills, Shoot To k**, You Know What We 'Bout And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South Gold Grills, Coupe' Devilles Sittin On 22's The Dirty, Dirty Baby Show 'Em How The South Do We Pop Pills, Shoot To k**, You Know What We 'Bout And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South