[Intro]
Yeah
Scene so thick
Talkin' 'bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nothin' but that UGK
All the players, all the hustlers
8Ball, MJG, Goodie Mob
Y'all know what it is

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
See, I'm a Southern-ass n***a with some Southern-ass hoes
A hundred thou' cash gets the Southern-ass flow
I'm rich, bitch, no more runnin' 'round cold
Or shootin' up windows and gunnin' down doors
Oh, yeah, I think the suckers now know
That the Hummer got dropped, keep it on the down low
I'm cruisin' up highways, stuntin' down roads
I'll open up shop, then I'm shuttin' down shows
Luda cash checks that'll break the bank
Then I'm in the old-school like Frank the Tank
You can't beat me, join' me, peeps, they bore me
But all these Southern asses, they keep me horny
Ooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
Got the head of Universal to sign the check
Meanwhile, Ludacris is out arrangin' Rovers
Every coast, watch out 'cause the South's takin' over (Let's talk about it)
Uh
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Caddy de Villes, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, n***a whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass (That's Southern, cousin)
Caddy de Villes, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, n***a whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass (You thought it wasn't?)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Weezy the god, bow down, give praises (Okay)
I'm easily involved with the drugs in my matrix (Okay)
Just keepin' it calm, kickin' dust from my laces (Okay)
I'm puckin' a dre in an Escalade basic (Okay)
Don't you fuckin' play 'cause I escapade faces (Okay)
Buck-fifty your grill quickly, I'm real shifty (Okay)
Come get me, I'll be waitin', the steel with me (Okay)
Show appreciation for those who still with me (Yeah)
Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy (Y-Y-Yeah)
'Cause Weezy F Baby all gravy, gotta feel me (Oh)
Ha-ha, feel me, Lil' Weezy gat go, "Blakah"
Feel heat, feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin' me is like huggin' a cactus
But if you know pain, you take it, love it, and patch it
Southside
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Caddy de Villes, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, n***a whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass (That's Southern, cousin)
Caddy de Villes, wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed-out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas, n***a whippin' out cash
Just blowin' the grass (You thought it wasn't?)

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
Got Southern-type jeans, Southern-type shirt
When I drink a lot of beer, give a Southern-ass burp
Got a Southern-ass crib, Southern-ass car
Down where I'm from, I'm a Southern-ass star
Got a Southern-ass chain with a Southern-ass brain
Where I talk a lot of shit with a Southern-ass slang
On any Southern beat, got a bunch of Southern freaks
Buck naked outside, neighbors callin' police
Got a lil' Southern boy with a lil' Southern bike
Got a lil' Southern girlfriend that he'd like
Got a Southern-ass truck with a Southern-ass dog
Got a big bass system knockin' pictures off the wall
Got a big Southern party, drivin' big seven forty
Me and Jazzy Phae cuttin' on some Southern shorties
I'ma be Southern 'til the day I go
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes
[Verse 4: Birdman]
I'm a Southern-ass n***a that done grew up hard
Uptown Third Ward, n***a, blow up a 'gar
I'm the Southern-ass n***a with the golds in my mouth
New cars, new rims with the work in the drought
I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie Fresh the shit
Two ghetto-ass n***as know to flip a brick
Well, I'm Stunna, homeboy, and I'm filthy rich
Super fly, get money in the drop-top six
I'm a Southern-ass n***a that could blow in the sky
Good weed, twenty-threes on that brand new ride
I'm a big money n***a with a boat on a lake
MIA and ATL, we do it state to state
I'm a Southern-ass n***a, drive fifty whips
Ten bikes, customize everything we get
I'm a fly n***a, money and my jewels be glistenin'
Twenty-fours on the Bentley and we blews them bitches, n***a

[Outro: Jazzy Phae]
Chrome on the wheels (Southern, cousin)
Home in the hills (Southern, cousin)
Broughams and de Villes (Southern, cousin)
Home-cooked meals (Southern, cousin, woo)
Pull out my old-school, shine up the wheels
Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel? (Woo)
Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
When you come down here, you know what it is (Woo)
Chrome on the wheels (Southern, cousin)
Home in the hills (Southern, cousin)
Broughams and de Villes (Southern, cousin)
Home-cooked meals (Southern, cousin)