In the South (feat. Gucci Mane & Pimp C)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth (Name up out ya mouth)

Two rollies at the same time, I'm too cool

Gucci, is you loco?

'Cause that motherfucker Crip blue, suwoo

Bentley and a Ford, a Soo Woo too

And I know two Jews eat up cash like it's fast food

I ball a T-Rex on these **** 'cause life's cruel

My jewels so cold that you might get the slight flu

Birds eye view, I'm lookin' down at the little dudes

And if I had to push a ****, I rob you

You wanna see me lock twenty-four just like cop do

You hatin' from the sideline, that's what your job too

Gang mentality, I think like the mob do

Police brutality, I'm strapped like a cop, fool

My dope boy do numbers just like my shows do

My main bitch rollin' for me just like my hoes do

These suckers say they comin' for me

We're cookin' some soul food

I'm out across your house and I pull up with the trunk full

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

In the South (In the South)

In the, in the South (South)

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth (Name up out ya mouth)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

In the South (In the South)

In the, in the South (South)

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth (Name up out ya mouth)

Even though the radio refuse to give us air play

Bump this shit in your Cadillac

Your Cutlass or box Chevy, heavy

Timothy McVeigh knock it down like OKC

Why? It ain't no **** on your playlist

Fuckin' with a A-list **** like B-I-G B-O-I, why? Effortlessly fly

I tend to overthink when I ink these bars

But y'all **** don't even try

Ball 'til you fall when your homies die

Pour out a little liquor, let one in the sky

Don't cry, let the doves do that

When the guns go, "Brrrap"

Now that's what we call the pop fly, true that

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

A **** kick back at the house with my flip flops on

Got an ounce on the couch, blow a bag, crack a jaw open

We all smokin' and some of us even take a shot

Goin' in, Jell-O, Tito's, white Hennessy

That brown liquor ain't your friend, my G

We know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

In the South (In the South)

In the, in the South (South)

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth (Name up out ya mouth)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

They wanna know what's goin' on

In the South (In the South)

In the South (In the South)

In the, in the South (South)

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth (Name up out ya mouth)

(Big Chevys, bendin' corners, speakers bumpin')

(Yeah, we make a scene)

(We're dirty, dirty in your ear, crystal clear)

(Yeah, we got what you need)

(Big Chevys, bendin' corners, speakers bumpin')

(Yeah, we make a scene)

Know what's goin' on in the South

(In the South)

(We're dirty, dirty in your ear, crystal clear)

(Yeah, we got what you need)

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth (Name up out ya mouth)

Call, ca-call, call me Daddy Fat Sax

Call, ca-call, call me Daddy Fat Sax

Call me, ca-call me Daddy Fat Sax