Lyrics:

Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
They gon' do the same things that we just did
Betta watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get
Welcome to the south
Watch em criticize everything we did
And expect that us to never even trip
We know them grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face
Betta watch your mouth

Uh I cross the globe
I hit a hater
Same whispers from state to state
If you didn't say then this ain't for you
Don't worry bout it 'Cause you can't relate
Before you buy me then you criticize me
While you beside me
Lets get it straight
'Cause you remind me of the kid beside me
Same rapper that you say you hate
Wanna criticize then fine
Say the south got simple rhymes
Every time I travel I'm in the backyard that act just like mine
Same rhyme just different times
I don't think that it changed a lil'
Used to show our grills and they be like eww
Nowadays they all say that's ill
I remember when the major label
Wouldn't even come pay a visit
Used to say they had love for us but
They just blowin' them suspect kisses
Now you watchin' me see you plottin' me
Can't act like we ain't suspicious
Shoot the slugs you shoot at us but when you bust your thang it misses, uh
I ain't leavin' much trippin'
'Cause I'm a man where I'm residing
I'm decidin' where I'm residing
Should never tolerate domestic violence
I know you'd rather me just relax and sit back in silence
But I'm the owner not just the client
Shit the south is where I stay at

Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
They gon' do the same things that we just did
Betta watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get
Welcome to the south
Watch em criticize everything we did
And expect that us to never even trip
We know them grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face
Betta watch your mouth

Don't knock the swagga, don't knock the swagga
Then turn around and be a swagger jacker
You a man and you should be a man
Don't walk around without an Adam's apple
We was lookin' at it from a distance
But we wasn't trippin' 'cause it had to happen
Styrophone cup and a snapla, you actin' like you been a fan of rappers
You was hatin' or participatin' when you saw sub anuba slidin' through
You and everybody else that did it, they applauded them and they applauded you
You actin' like somebody made ya say it
Took your hand and then applied the glue
Turn around and give the mic to you
And now you end up lookin' like a fool
Can't holla ya, some followers
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 in line, y'all chasin' me
Yall finna see my energy, so get off my back and let a playa breathe
I won't lie and act like i'm the one supportin everything
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

Welcome to the South
Try to criticize us for how we live
They gon' do the same things that we just did
Betta watch your mouth
Try to criticize us for how we spit
Then say you respect the money that we get
Welcome to the south
Watch em criticize everything we did
And expect that us to never even trip
We know them grills and candy paint
So be careful what you say
'Cause we might just throw it right back in your face
Betta watch your mouth

Pimp C
South side candy rider
Never been a socializer
Flyin' high, work grinder, knock ya gal you can't find her
She was sittin on butter
Hundred 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 can't
Be who I be if you ain't
Seen what I see and you can't see what I see
I put the bricks in the rolla with slabs on that wasn't free
Been a legend in the south since the year '93
Pocket full of stones, menace to society
The heart in the car chrome and folds, not B's
Now everybody pimpin' and they all got keys
Nigga please, you work for UPS
They say they smokin' dro but all I keep smellin' is stress
I roll with the best
92 million screwin' the Lexus
I might not be nothin' to you
But I'm the shit in that Texas

Welcome to the South....