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lirik lagu welcome to the south – young buck

(intro-young buck)
young buck, lil flip, david banner c’mon
g-unit in this b-tch, g-unit in this b-tch
the dirty, dirty
show ’em how the south do

(chorus-young buck)
gold grills, coupe’ devilles sittin on 22’s
the dirty, dirty baby
show ’em how the south do
we pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we ’bout
and on behalf of g-unit, welcome to the south

(verse one-young buck)
working this wood wheel, ya’ll don’t know how good it feel
just come to cashville, ya’ll gon see how hood it is
we in the projects, cookin’ chikens in the kitchen
we goto prison, but get out and go back to get in it
your hood ain’t no harder than mine, b-tch, we all thuggin’
we fight in clubs, hit the parkin lot, and start bustin’
i know i’m country, i cant help it i’m from tennessee
i’m throwin’ up this hennisey, blowin up my enemies
ya’ll n-gg-s remember me? not because the bird’s ten a key
but young buck been a g’, i give a f-ck who you be boy
i want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
to be a star, all you need is a pyrex jar
some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car

(verse two-david banner)
i swear on the souls of my dead cousins
i ain’t fussin, man i’m commin ak 40’s bussin’,
7’s and mack 11’s
i told ’em all i ain’t no hoe
but n-gg-s don’t listen till you kick a n-gg-,
smack him with that callico
i’m tryin to stay in god’s plan
but i had ta show these f-ggots that your f-ckin with a man, ya b-tch!
i left them n-gg-s needin’path
and ya’ll probly won’t live to see this weekend,
gotta go, gotta go, f-ckin mash out
i hit the dro’ a lil more and then i p-ss out
crashin’ the h2, b-tches i hate you
now u keep talkin sh-t, i kidnap and duct tape you
let them f-ggots rape you
then it’s back to mississippi, if ya boys want revenge
tell them b-tches come and get me
cuz i was born in this b-tch to die
i’m in queens, in your ‘lac, with your b-tch, gettin’ high

(verse three-lil flip)
i’m the king, it ain’t no mystery, so f-ck ya’ll n-gg-s dissin’ me
i’m goin’ down in history, i’m leavin’ with a victory
yo’ baby momma kissin’ me, talkin’ ’bout she missin’ me
since i’m a star, when i hit the door, they never friskin’ me
cuz i pack a pound, just ask around, like 50 “i’ll back you down”
run in ya’ crib and snach ya’ pounds, everybody on the ground
you know my n-gg-s hold me down, what goes around comes around
i represent h-town, still run the underground
with bricks on the greyhound, spree’s on my escalade
i’m glad i made it out the game, it gotta be a better way
now we gettin’ cheeda’, now we on another level
it’s clover g and g-unit, young buck, shut ’em down

gold grills, coupe’ devilles sittin on 22’s
the dirty, dirty baby
show ’em how the south do
we pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we ’bout
and on behalf of g-unit, welcome to the south

- young buck

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