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UGK lyrics : "Quit Hatin' The South"

(feat. Charlie Wilson and Willie D)

[Intro: Pimp C]

Uh! It's really goin down in the South (*##$!
Yeah ^!$$%! We know hip-hop and rap and all that %#@! started in the
mutha$#[email protected] 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 !#$%!
Knalmsayin? So since y'all ^!$$%z keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here

We don't wanna be down with you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z!
So y'all stay up there with that BULL%#@!!
This country rap tunes down here ^!$$%!

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 (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!

Hold up!

[Charlie Wilson (Pimp C):]

pushn cocain surving pounds of weed (pounds a weed a #[email protected] ^!$$%)
Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio ^!$$%)
#[email protected] ^!$$% can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me (*##$.. hold up)

Because if he did, then he would be lying (hold up)
But how the hell am I supposed to respect a man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)
That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down ^!$$%!)

You steady actin like a (*##$, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying (*##$!)
Say my name #[email protected] ^!$$%, we can get the %#@! on.. on..
Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)

[Chorus: 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 ^!$$%, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)

When I some real trill %#@! 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

^!$$% I was giving rap all my time and my ends
Bought damn near every record the mutha$#[email protected] dropped
West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop

Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
Them mutha$#[email protected] aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn
"There's no room for everybody, just a few ^!$$%z 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


[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 at our broads

I from the get.. [email protected]%!e but I'm still clockin figures
(*##$.. hoe.. @@#!suckin ^!$$%
And that goes for all you visitors too

If you don't like it down here, get the $#[email protected] on fool!
They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect
Friendly $$# ^!$$%z jumpin bad on the internet

Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger
Catch you in person, (*##$ 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 $$# 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 $#[email protected] with Willie D, UGK either

Disrepsecting the code, jealous(?) mutha$#[email protected] neither

[Chorus: 1/2]

[Pimp C:]

To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses
Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready
Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state
Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, (*##$ 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 hoe we know what's goin on and (*##$ that bull%#@! ain't workin
I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall
$#[email protected] yo' (*##$ and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw

(I'm Sweet) Jones, $#[email protected] a clone, legend on the microphone
Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' (*##$'s #[email protected] moist
I'm bump the Screw, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night
In Benz, big blue lens, knock this (*##$ and $#[email protected] with her friend
Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man $#[email protected] the house

And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the $#[email protected] you (*##$
^!$$%z talkin 'bout? {*echoes*}

[Outro: Pimp C]
All you ole sensitive $$# ^!$$%z! Knalmtalkinbout?
Y'all ^!$$%z on y'all period up there !#$*!

Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
sending that bull%#@! through the air!
(*##$! Say my name (*##$, I'ma come to ya house!
$#[email protected] how you feel, country rap tunes !#$%!
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... (*##$ $$# ^!$$%!

It's ya own fault ya %#@! ain't sellin!
You reap what you sew!
$#[email protected] you in ya #[email protected]!
Keep talkin that %#@!, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!
Already, UGK for life, $#[email protected] how you feel about it (*##$!
Young Pimp

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