Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome To The South, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Ultimate Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Welcome To The South |
And go do the same thangs that we just did, mmm |
Better watch your mouth, try to criticize us for how we spit |
Then say you respect the money that we get, mmm |
(Welcome to the South) Must you criticize everything we did |
Then expect at us to never even trip, mmm |
We more than grilles and candy paint so be careful what you say |
Cause we must just throw it right back in your face, hey |
Better watch your mouth |
Uhh, across the globe I hear the hate |
The same whispers from state to state |
If you didn’t say it then this ain’t for you |
Don’t worry 'bout it cause you can’t relate |
Before you buy me and you criticize me while you beside me let’s get it straight |
Cause you remind me of the kid beside me Same rapper that you say you hate |
Wanna criticize then fine (fine) |
Said it’s I’ve got simple rhymes (rhymes) |
Every time I travel I’m |
in the backyard that act just like mine |
Same grind just different times (times) |
I know things done changed a lil' |
Used to show our grills and they be like «Eww!» |
Nowadays all say «That's ill» |
I remember when a major label |
wouldn’t even come pay a visit |
Used to say they have love for us but |
they was blowin them suspect kisses |
Now you watch and we see you plot |
and you can’t act like we ain’t suspicious |
Shootin slugs just shoot at us but when you bust your thang it misses |
Uhh, I ain’t even much trippin |
cause I’m the man where I’m residin |
So I’m decidin where I’m residin |
so never tolerate domestic violence |
I know you’d rather me just relax |
and sit back in silence |
But I’m the owner, not just a client |
so the South is what I stay advertisin |
Don’t knock the swagger, don’t knock the swagger |
then turn around and be a swagger-jacker |
If you a man then you should be a man |
don’t walk around without a Adam’s apple |
We was lookin at it from a distance |
but we wasn’t trippin cause it had to happen |
Styrofoam cup, and a Snapple |
and you actin like you been a fan of rappin |
If you was hatin or participatin |
when you saw us up and never slidin through |
You and everybody else that did it It applied to them and it applied to you |
You actin like somebody made you say it Took your hand and then applied the glue |
Turn around and gave the mic to you |
and now you end up lookin like a fool |
Can’t polly us, come follow us and that’s the reason I’m in the lead |
The rest of y’all are some bench warmers |
and gettin mad cause I’m in the lead |
I’m switchin speeds don’t get fatigued |
Y’all behind the line, y’all chasin me |
Y’all finna see my energy |
so ya get off my back and let a playa breathe |
I won’t lie and act like |
that I’m the one supportin everythang |
Like Southern rappers ain’t never lame |
like some of these boys don’t eff up the game |
Most of us do our thang |
and the rest of 'em leave my ears in pain |
But that’s him and he sure ain’t me so don’t look at us like we all the same |
Uhh, South side candy rider never been a socializer |
Flyin high, work grinder, knock your gal you can’t find her |
She was sittin on butter, hun’ned thousand under her ass |
I was workin the wood circle smokin candy mashin on the gas |
I can’t be you I can’t do you, I just do me, if you ain’t |
been where I been then you cain’t, be who I be if you ain’t |
seen what I seen and you cain’t, see what I see |
I put the bricks, in the road there was slab on it wasn’t free |
Been a legend in the South since the year 9−3 |
«Pocket Full of Stones,"menace to society |
The hard in the cars, chrome-y fo’s, not D’s |
Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys |
Please you work, for UPS |
They say they smokin dro but all I keep smellin is cress |
I roll with the best, '92 me and Screw in the Lexus |
I might not be nothin to you but I’m the in that Texas |
(Welcome to the South…) |