Ugk - Quit Hatin' The South lyrics

Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!

Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the

muthafuckin East

Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better

Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!

Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here

We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!

So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!

This country rap tunes down here nigga!

Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!

All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all

But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!

Hold up!

Pushin cocaine, syrup and pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)

Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)

Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch.. hold up)

Because if you did, then you would be lying (hold up)

But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)

If you talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)

You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)

Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on.. on..

Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)

Quit hatin the South... (baby)

We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)

Quit hatin the South... (baby)

Quit hatin the South...

Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)

When I some real trill shit to go left to

Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me

But when my time came they act like they ain't know me

I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)

Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)

Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends

Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends

Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped

West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop

Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned

Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn

"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole" (why is that?)

Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control

But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands

And pass it over to the next generation of fans

And quit hatin the South

I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA

You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa

We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard

You wanna run up with the ?

I from the get.. coke but I'm still clockin figures

Bitch.. hoe.. cocksuckin nigga

And that goes for all you visitors too

If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!

They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect

Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet

Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger

Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!

It's some trash in the South but I promise you

From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too

As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son

I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from

I remember N.W.A. and PE

Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be

You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either

Disrepsecting the code, ? muthafuckas neither

To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses

Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready

Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state

Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say

And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about

I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth

Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn

But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin

I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall

Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw

(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone

Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist

I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night

In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend

Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house

And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch

niggaz talkin 'bout? {*echoes*}

All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?

Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!

Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses

sending that bullshit through the air!

Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!

Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!

They put all y'all records on one side of the store

And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store

And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!

It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!

You reap what you sew!

Fuck you in ya pussy!

Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!

Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!

Young Pimp

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