UGK Feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D - Quit Hatin' The South lyrics
rate meUh, it's really goin' down in the South bitch<br />
Yeah nigga, we know hip hop and rap<br />
And all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East<br />
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Know I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast<br />
And they did it a little bit better<br />
Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our time<br />
To shine down here nigga<br />
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Know I'm sayin'? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin'<br />
We ain't real hip hop down here<br />
We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz<br />
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So y'all stay up there with that bullshit<br />
This country rap tunes down here nigga<br />
Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz<br />
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All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real<br />
I got love for y'all but all you bitch ass niggaz<br />
Talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick<br />
Hold up<br />
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Pushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed<br />
Steady stayin' on the grind<br />
Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me<br />
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'<br />
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But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?<br />
That talk down on every song<br />
You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out<br />
Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah<br />
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Quit hatin' the South, baby<br />
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money<br />
Quit hatin' the South, baby<br />
Quit hatin' the South<br />
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Well, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you<br />
When I some real trill shit to go left to<br />
Gotta lot of respect fool, for the ones before me<br />
But when my time came they act like they ain't know me<br />
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I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle<br />
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele<br />
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends<br />
Nigga I was givin' rap all my time and my ends<br />
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Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped<br />
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop<br />
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned<br />
Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn<br />
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There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole<br />
Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control<br />
But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands<br />
And pass it over to the next generation of fans<br />
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And quit hatin' the South, baby<br />
We gettin' paper in the South, getting' money<br />
Quit hatin' the South, baby<br />
Quit hatin' the South<br />
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I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA<br />
You double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa<br />
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard<br />
You wanna run up with [Incomprehensible]<br />
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I from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures<br />
Bitch hoe cock suckin' nigga<br />
And that goes for all you visitors too<br />
If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool<br />
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They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect<br />
Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet<br />
Ain't nobody typin' that much can't be a danger<br />
Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers<br />
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It's some trash in the South but I promise you<br />
From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too<br />
As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son<br />
I can give a rat's ass where a rap is from<br />
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I remember N.W.A. and PE<br />
Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be<br />
You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either<br />
Disrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers neither<br />
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Quit hatin' the South, baby<br />
We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money<br />
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To all the radio, TV and even the press<br />
Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress<br />
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state<br />
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say<br />
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And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about<br />
I see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth<br />
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'<br />
But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'<br />
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I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall<br />
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw<br />
I'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone<br />
Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist<br />
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I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night<br />
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend<br />
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house<br />
And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us<br />
So what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?<br />
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All you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?<br />
Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch<br />
Know I'm talkin' 'bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses<br />
Sendin' that bullshit through the air<br />
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Bitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house<br />
Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga<br />
They put all y'all records on one side of the store<br />
And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store<br />
And see who sell out first<br />
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Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'<br />
You reap what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy<br />
Keep talkin' that shit<br />
Them young gladiators go come get you too partner<br />
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Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch<br />
Young Pimp
