Young Buck
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Welcome To The South Featuring David Banner & Lil Flip
[Intro: Young Buck & (David Banner):]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner, c'mon,
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch (BO),
(Yeah),
The dirty dirty,
Show 'em how The South do... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South... [Verse 1: Young Buck]
Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel (C'mon),
Just come to Cashville, ya'll gon' see how hood it is,
We in the projects cookin' chickens in the kitchen,
We go to prison but get out and then go back to gettin' it,
Your hood ain't no harder than mine bitch we all thuggin',
We fight in clubs hit the parkin' lot and start bustin',
I know I'm country I can't help it I'm from Tennessee,
I'm throwin' up this Hennesey blowin' up my enemies,
Ya'll niggas remember me (Remember me)? Not because the bird's Ten-A-Ki,
But Young Buck been a G' I give a f**k who you be boy (Be boy),
I want in on everything a Dime Bag if so come see me for it (Yeah),
To be a star all you need is a Pyrex Jar,
Some soldiers and some Baking Soda you can buy that car... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South... [Verse 2: David Banner]
I'm swearin' on the soul's of our dead cousin's,
I ain't f**kin' man I'm comin' AK 40's bustin',
7's and Mack 11's,
I told 'em all I ain't no hoe,
But niggas don't listen 'less you kick a nigga,
Smack him with that Callico,
I'm tryin' to stay in Gods Plan,
But I had to show these faggots that you're f**kin' with a man ya bitch (Yeah),
I left them niggas bleedin',
And ya'll prob'ly won't live to see this weekend,
Gotta go, gotta go, f**kin' mash out,
I hit the dro' a lil more then I pass out,
Crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you,
Now you keep talkin' shit I kidnap and ductape you,
Let some faggots rape you,
Then It's back to Mississippi if ya boys want revenge,
Tell them bitches come and get me (Hahahaha),
'Cause I was born in this bitch to die,
I'm in the Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South... [Verse 3: Lil Flip]
Uh, I'm the king it ain't no mystery so f**k ya'll niggas 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'm at the door they never friskin' me,
'Cause I pack a pack a pound just ask around like 50 I'll back you down,
Run to ya crib and snatch ya pounds everybody on the ground,
You know my niggas 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' chedda' now we on another level now,
It's Clover G and G-Unit Young Buck shut 'em down... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South,
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South (Yeah)...
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner, c'mon,
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch (BO),
(Yeah),
The dirty dirty,
Show 'em how The South do... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South... [Verse 1: Young Buck]
Working this wood wheel, ya'll don't know how good it feel (C'mon),
Just come to Cashville, ya'll gon' see how hood it is,
We in the projects cookin' chickens in the kitchen,
We go to prison but get out and then go back to gettin' it,
Your hood ain't no harder than mine bitch we all thuggin',
We fight in clubs hit the parkin' lot and start bustin',
I know I'm country I can't help it I'm from Tennessee,
I'm throwin' up this Hennesey blowin' up my enemies,
Ya'll niggas remember me (Remember me)? Not because the bird's Ten-A-Ki,
But Young Buck been a G' I give a f**k who you be boy (Be boy),
I want in on everything a Dime Bag if so come see me for it (Yeah),
To be a star all you need is a Pyrex Jar,
Some soldiers and some Baking Soda you can buy that car... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South... [Verse 2: David Banner]
I'm swearin' on the soul's of our dead cousin's,
I ain't f**kin' man I'm comin' AK 40's bustin',
7's and Mack 11's,
I told 'em all I ain't no hoe,
But niggas don't listen 'less you kick a nigga,
Smack him with that Callico,
I'm tryin' to stay in Gods Plan,
But I had to show these faggots that you're f**kin' with a man ya bitch (Yeah),
I left them niggas bleedin',
And ya'll prob'ly won't live to see this weekend,
Gotta go, gotta go, f**kin' mash out,
I hit the dro' a lil more then I pass out,
Crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you,
Now you keep talkin' shit I kidnap and ductape you,
Let some faggots rape you,
Then It's back to Mississippi if ya boys want revenge,
Tell them bitches come and get me (Hahahaha),
'Cause I was born in this bitch to die,
I'm in the Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South... [Verse 3: Lil Flip]
Uh, I'm the king it ain't no mystery so f**k ya'll niggas 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'm at the door they never friskin' me,
'Cause I pack a pack a pound just ask around like 50 I'll back you down,
Run to ya crib and snatch ya pounds everybody on the ground,
You know my niggas 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' chedda' now we on another level now,
It's Clover G and G-Unit Young Buck shut 'em down... [Chorus: Young Buck & (David Banner)]
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South,
Gold grills Coupe' Devilles sittin' on 22's (Yeah),
The dirty dirty baby,
Show 'em how The South do,
We pop pills shoot to kill you know what we 'bout,
And on behalf of G-Unit, Welcome To The South (Yeah)...
