Represent 4 The South Lyrics

(Feat. Rick Ross & Young Jeezy)

[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]

I represent for tha South

My resident is the slums

A couple golds in my mouth

Bring my dance and my charm

I'm as hot as a gets

I'm the youngest in charge

They gotta show me respect

I represent for da South

[Rick Ross:]

I'm not a Slim Thug, I'm a fat mack

I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back

Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact

You can hit me on the cell pimp that's that

I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce

10 years later, time fo me to cash out

You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator

Fuck traffickin' nigga I get the shit catered

See the clip tailored, only the coogi shit

I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid

My mom reminisce on the late nights

When I use to reel em in wit the straight white

Now the 617 wit a lil' Beamer

First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer

Daddy severed his relationships

I think momma, quit'm cuz he wasn't makin' shit

[Chorus:]

[Lil' Wayne:]

Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin'
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I run it myself like a quarterback option

I pitch her ten g's tell the bitch to go shoppin

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a choppa

See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer

I'm all about my cake I'm tryna to marry a betty crocka

A package on the way you know my whip game proper

And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollas

Now I will shoot dice, smokin' on a joint

I bet wit yo gotti he hit five straight points

Though we kept hustlin, though we kept grindin

You rap bout money and a nigga might sign ya

Rap bout me and a nigga might find ya

A banana in ya ass wit yo head right behind ya

Dope game bitch, let his mom worry about him

You can holla at me, a fee

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[Young Jeezy:]

Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say more (more)

When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (more)

Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money)

Now I'm on the road gettin' fifty a show money

Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duck tape (tape)

30 minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake

Got a pocket full of stacks, straight for the blocks

And it came through, look at the stones on the watch

Iced out belt buckle, ain't never had a chance

Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants

Still got the Chevy, spit the grip on the Lambo

Twelve carats in my ears just the show what I stand fo (hey! )

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