Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon G-Unit in this *******, G-Unit in this ******* The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South doGold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's 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 SouthWorking this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it Your hood ain't no harder than mine, *******, 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 Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy Y'all ******s remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee But Young Buck been A G', I give a ****** who you be boy I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex JarSome soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the SouthI swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'7's and Mack 11'sI told 'em all I ain't no hoe But ******s don't listen till you kick a ****** Smack him with that CallicoI'm tryin' to stay in God's plan But I had to show these fagots That your ******' with a man, ya ******* I left them ******s needin' path And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend Gotta go, gotta go, ******' Mash outI hit the dro' a lil more and then I pass out Cra*******n' the H2, ******* I hate you Now you keep talkin' *******t, I kidnap and ducktape you Let them Fagots rape you Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge Tell them ******* come and get me' Cuz I was born in this ******* to tie I'm in Queens, in your ' Lac, with your *******, gettin' high Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the SouthI'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so ****** y'all ******s 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 hit the door, they never friskin' me' Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around Like 50, I'll Back You Down Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground You know my ******s 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' cheeda', now we on another level It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the SouthGold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon G-Unit in this *******, G-Unit in this ******* The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South doGold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's 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 SouthWorking this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel Just come to Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it Your hood ain't no harder than mine, *******, 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 Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy Y'all ******s remember me? Not because the Bird's tennekee But Young Buck been A G', I give a ****** who you be boy I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex JarSome soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the SouthI swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's I ain't bustin', man I'm comin' A.K. 40's bustin'7's and Mack 11'sI told 'em all I ain't no hoe But ******s don't listen till you kick a ****** Smack him with that CallicoI'm tryin' to stay in God's plan But I had to show these fagots That your ******' with a man, ya ******* I left them ******s needin' path And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend Gotta go, gotta go, ******' Mash outI hit the dro' a lil more and then I pass out Cra*******n' the H2, ******* I hate you Now you keep talkin' *******t, I kidnap and ducktape you Let them Fagots rape you Then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge Tell them ******* come and get me' Cuz I was born in this ******* to tie I'm in Queens, in your ' Lac, with your *******, gettin' high Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the SouthI'm the King, it ain't no mystery, so ****** y'all ******s 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 hit the door, they never friskin' me' Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around Like 50, I'll Back You Down Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground You know my ******s 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' cheeda', now we on another level It's Clover G and G-Unit, Young Buck, shut 'em down Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the SouthGold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
