South In Ya Mouth Lyrics

Look this is the world's debut of these damn fools

Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules

And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone speak the truth

Please don't tell 'em wrong 'cuz if you do, then you know you through

Bitches I'ma grown ass man makin' grown man moves

Don't get it wrong, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too

We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit

Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit

Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back

(White-black)

And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that

Shit we might just fight cats, beat you to the fact, Jack

Provokin' you for callin' the authorities

(Take that)

Me, I ain't facin' that blood on the baseball bat

Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak

G'wan wit'cha bad self put that South all in they mouth

Tell them through the East of Tennessee before we work it out

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Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

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Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

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Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

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South, yeah Parkway

TaylorMade, see they be too deep in the place to be

Chiefin' trees, drinkin' crown, actin' bad, talkin' loud

Push and shove through the crowd talkin' shit, so what's up now?

They don't want it, no, they don't want it

I know alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?

They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude

If you don't love me, mane fuck you

Comin' like a train, boy, it's not a game

What's my name name name? Big Stak Mac

Where I'm from from from? The terrible T

What I claim claim claim? C.W.B.

So all that bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me

G.B. and me fall up in the new daisies
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Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too crazy

Some call me the coldest cracker and I just may be

I'm like Jigga down here, call me big Hay-Z

What

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

What

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

What

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

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South, yeah Parkway

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks

Collard green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more

Put some dirty South, real deep until you leakin' grease

Boy poppin' it, bustin' loose, tryin' to get to me

Barbecues, hoes, rims, paint, braids, fades, boy

Hay in the barn everyday in the South boy

Counter that, runnin'? I'll be damned if I'ma run trick

Down fifty-one from the law, 'til I'm free bitch

Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato salad

Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater have it

Constantly seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood

Kept it real with my people like I always said I would

Dirty white boy caught up in the mix

Tryin' to separate the real from the counterfeit tricks

Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the real cats starve

But that's how the industry is, how the music people are

A celebrity I'll never be

I'm just a representative of my community

In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle down

Hold down this Southern town

From H-town to Funkytown, world renowned

We puttin' the

What

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

What

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth