[Intro: Pimp C]
Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!
Yeah n***a! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the
Muthafuckin East
Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better
Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here N***A!
Knalmsayin? So since y'alll n***as keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here
We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass n***as!
So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!
This country rap tunes down here n***a!
Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!
All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all
But all you bitch ass n***as talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!
Hold up!

[Charlie Wilson] + (Pimp C)
Pushin cocaine, syrup and pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy n***a)
Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio n***a)
Pussy n***a can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch.. hold up)
Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)
But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)
That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down n***a!)
You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)
Say my name pussy n***a, we can get the shit on.. on..
Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)
[Hook: Charlie Wilson]
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
Quit hatin the South...

[Bun B]
Well it's been a long time, my n***a, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)
With some real trill shit to go left to
Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me
But when my time came they act like they ain't know me
I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)
Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)
Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
N***a I was giving rap all my time and my ends
Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop
Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them muthafuckas aggravated cause we gettin some burn
"There's no room for everybody, just a few n***as is swole" (why is that?)
Proabably cause they favorite rappers ain't in control
But just let go of the past cause it's hurtin your hands
And pass it over to the next generation of fans
And quit hatin the South

[Hook]
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
Quit hatin the South...
[Willie D]
I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA
You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa
We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard
You wanna run up in our broads
I from the ghetto but I'm still clockin figures
Bitch.. ho.. cocksuckin n***a
And that goes for all you visitors too
If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!
They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect
Friendly ass n***as jumpin bad on the internet
Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger
Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!
It's some trash in the South but I promise you
From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too
As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son
I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from
I remember N.W.A. and PE
Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be
You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either
Disrepsecting the code, jealous muthafuckas need to

[Hook: 1/2]
Quit hatin the South... (baby)
We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)
[Pimp C]
To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses
Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh
Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say
And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about
I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth
Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn
But ho we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin
I'mma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall
Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw
I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist
I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin drank, byzantine link
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend
Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch man fuck the house
And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch
N***as talkin 'bout? {*echoes*}

[Outro: Pimp C]
All you ole sensitive ass n***as! Knalmtalkinbout?
Y'all n***as on y'all period up there BITCH!
Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
Sending that bullshit through the air!
Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'mma come to ya house!
Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes N***A!
They put all y'all records on one side of the store
And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store
And see who sell out first... bitch ass n***a!
It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!
You reap what you sew!
Fuck you in ya pussy!
Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!
Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!
Young Pimp