[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
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(Welcome to the South) Try to criticize us for how we live
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And go do the same thangs that we just did, mmm
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Better watch your mouth, try to criticize us for how we spit
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Then say you respect the money that we get, mmm
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(Welcome to the South) Must you criticize everything we did
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Then expect at us to never even trip, mmm
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We more than grilles and candy paint so be careful what you say
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Cause we must just throw it right back in your face, hey
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Better watch your mouth
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[Chamillionaire]
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Uhh, across the globe I hear the hate
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The same whispers from state to state
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If you didn't say it then this ain't for you
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Don't worry 'bout it cause you can't relate
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Before you buy me and you criticize me
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while you beside me let's get it straight
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Cause you remind me of the kid beside me
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Same rapper that you say you hate
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Wanna criticize then fine (fine)
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Said it's I've got simple rhymes (rhymes)
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Every time I travel I'm
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in the backyard that act just like mine
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Same grind just different times (times)
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I know things done changed a lil'
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Used to show our grills and they be like "Eww!"
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Nowadays all say "That's ill"
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I remember when a major label
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wouldn't even come pay a visit
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Used to say they have love for us but
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they was blowin them suspect kisses
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Now you watch and we see you plot
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and you can't act like we ain't suspicious
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Shootin slugs just shoot at us
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but when you bust your thang it misses
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Uhh, I ain't even much trippin
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cause I'm the man where I'm residin
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So I'm decidin where I'm residin
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so never tolerate domestic violence
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I know you'd rather me just relax
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and sit back in silence
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But I'm the owner, not just a client
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so the South is what I stay advertisin
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[Chorus]
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[Chamillionaire]
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Don't knock the swagger, don't knock the swagger
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then turn around and be a swagger-jacker
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If you a man then you should be a man
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don't walk around without a Adam's apple
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We was lookin at it from a distance
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but we wasn't trippin cause it had to happen
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Styrofoam cup, and a Snapple
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and you actin like you been a fan of rappin
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If you was hatin or participatin
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when you saw us up and never slidin through
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You and everybody else that did it
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It applied to them and it applied to you
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You actin like somebody made you say it
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Took your hand and then applied the glue
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Turn around and gave the mic to you
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and now you end up lookin like a fool
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Can't polly us, come follow us
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and that's the reason I'm in the lead
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The rest of y'all are some bench warmers
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and gettin mad cause I'm in the lead
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I'm switchin speeds don't get fatigued
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Y'all behind the line, y'all chasin me
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Y'all finna see my energy
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so ya get off my back and let a playa breathe
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I won't lie and act like
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that I'm the one supportin everythang
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Like Southern rappers ain't never lame
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like some of these boys don't eff up the game
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Most of us do our thang
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and the rest of 'em leave my ears in pain
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But that's him and he sure ain't me
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so don't look at us like we all the same
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[Chorus]
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[Pimp C]
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Uhh, South side candy rider never been a socializer
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Flyin high, work grinder, knock your gal you can't find her
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She was sittin on butter, hun'ned thousand under her ass
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I was workin the wood circle smokin candy mashin on the gas
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I can't be you I can't do you, I just do me, if you ain't
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been where I been then you cain't, be who I be if you ain't
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seen what I seen and you cain't, see what I see
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I put the bricks, in the road there was slab on it wasn't free
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Been a legend in the South since the year 9-3
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"Pocket Full of Stones," menace to society
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The hard in the cars, chrome-y fo's, not D's
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Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys
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Please you work, for UPS
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They say they smokin dro but all I keep smellin is cress
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I roll with the best, '92 me and Screw in the Lexus
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I might not be nothin to you but I'm the {shit} in that Texas
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(Welcome to the South...) [echoes]
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Welcome To The South
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| Chamillionaire |
