First Verse (Gangsta Blac):
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Look this is the World's debut of these damn fools
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Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules
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And ain't too much, wrong with that
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Cuz if it is, gone speak the truth
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Please don't tell 'em wrong, cuz if you do, then you know you through
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Bitches I'ma grown ass man
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Makin' grown man moves
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Don't get it wrong, damn fools
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Stak HARD on ya too
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We ain't gone play with this shit
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Same label and shit
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Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit
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Like piano keys (white-black)
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Two junkies, we'll be right back
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And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that
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Shit we might just fight cats
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Beat you to the fact, Jack
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Provokin' you for callin' the authorities (take that!)
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Me, I ain't facin' that
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Blood on the baseball bat
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Hide all the evidence
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Please, 'fo they come Stak
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G'wan wit'cha bad self
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Put that South all in they mouth
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Tell them through the East of Tennessee before we work it out
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Chorus (Haystak + Gangsta Blac):
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(Haystak)
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WHAT!
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Put the South in they mouth, put the South in they mouth
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WHAT!
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Put the South in they mouth, put the South in they mouth
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WHAT!
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Put the South in they mouth, put the South in they mouth
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WHAT!
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SOUTH
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(Gangsta Blac)
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Yeah Parkway!
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Second Verse (Haystak):
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Taylor Made, see they be too deep in the place to be
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Chiefin' trees, drinkin' crown
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Actin' bad, talkin' loud
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Push and shove through the crowd
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Talkin' shit, so what's up now?
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They don't want it no..they don't want it
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I know alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
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They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya
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TOUGH DUDE!
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If you don't love me, mane fuck you
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Comin' like a train
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Boy, it's not a game
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What's my name name name?
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Big Stak Mac
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Where I'm from from from?
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The terrible T
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What I claim claim claim?
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C.W.B.
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So all that bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me
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G.B. and me fall up in the New Daisy
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Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too crazy
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Some call me the coldest cracker and I just may be
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I'm like Jigga down here, call me big Hay-Z
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Chorus
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Third Verse (Gangsta Blac+Haystak):
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(Gangsta Blac)
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So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks
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Collard green dreams, eat it up, cuz we got some more
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Put some dirty South, real deep until you leakin' grease
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Boy poppin' it, bustin' loose, tryin' to get to me
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Barbeques, hoes, rims, paint, braids, fades, boy!
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Hay in the barn everyday in the South boy!
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Counter that, runnin'? I'll be damned if I'ma run trick
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Down fifty-one, from the law, til' I'm free bitch!
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(Haystak)
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Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato salad
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Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater have it
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Constantly seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood
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Kept it real with my people like I always said I would
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Dirty white boy caught up in the mix
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Tryin' to separate the real from the counterfeit tricks
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Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the real cats starve
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But that's how the industry is, how the music people are!
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A celebrity I'll never be
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I'm just a representative of my community
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In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle down
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Hold down this Southern town
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From H-town to Funkytown, World renowned
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We puttin' the....
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Chorus
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South In Ya Mouth (featuring Haystak)
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Gangsta Blac |