Young Buck (feat. David Banner, Lil' Flip) "Welcome to the South"
Straight Outta Cashville
[Intro - Young Buck] Young Buck, Lil' Flip, David Banner c'mon G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch The dirty dirty Show 'em how the South do
[Chorus - Young Buck] Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles 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 South
[Verse 1 - Young Buck] Working 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' chikens 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, bitch, 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 enemies y'all niggaz remember me? (remember me?) not because the birds ten a ki' But Young Buck been a g', I give a fuck 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 Jar some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
[Verse 2 - David Banner] I swear on the souls of our dead cousins I ain't fuckin, man I'm commin AK 40's bustin' 7's and Mack 11's I told 'em all I ain't no hoe but niggaz don't listen till you kick a nigga smack him with that callico I'm tryin to stay in gods plan but I hadta show these faggots that your fuckin with a man, ya bitch! I left them niggaz needin' path and y'all probly won't live to see this weekend gotta go, gotta go, fuckin mash out I hit the dro' a Lil more and then I pass out crashin' the H2, bitches I hate you now you keep talkin shit, I kidnap and ducktape you let them faggots rape you then it's back to Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge tell them bitches come and get me cuz I was born in this bitch to die I'm in Queens, in your 'Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high
[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip I'm the king, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggaz 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 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 niggaz 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