Tell Me Bout The South

[Intro: Timbaland (Bubba Sparxxx)] Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut (Oh) Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut (Oh, haha) I can't believe it (Oh, I can't believe it) I can't believe it (Oh) Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut (Oh) Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut (Oh, she wanna know about the south, oh) I can't believe it (Oh, I can't believe it) I can't believe it (Wooo, talk to me) [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] Slap that sissy boy, get that lame (Yeah) Who but Bub could it be with that twang? (Who?) Find me where them hicks and the riffraff hang You missed that raw boy, switch that aim Way down bottom, I'm home in my zone The spirit of the Williams' songs in my bones The beautifulest Betty's is drawn to my tone If they get me, girl don't you cry long 'Cause I'mma jump back in this bitch psyched out With a new dickie suit and a case of Icehouse A pack of Marlboros and a thirty-aught-six Pull up in your yard and let's see about this 'Cause if he in the south he better bring with he sings 'Cause buddy you can get it, bada-bing, bada-bing From McCosh Mill Road to the Magnolia This New South real, please act on up [Chorus] Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south homie (Oh) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south please (Oh) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south, uh The New South that is (Let her out Bubba) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south homie (Oh) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south please (Yeah) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south, uh The New South that is (Let her out Baby) [Verse 2: Baby (Juvenile)] See I can't believe the shit I never had not ('Sup bro?) Can believe I bought that new Jag now (60 stacks) Can't believe that nothin' is nothin' (Zero is zero nigga) But I can believe that 20 G's is somethin' I'm from down bottom where they flippin' and hustlin' Where the duckin' in public and naturally strugglin' Where them rats and hoes, police we duckin' (Down bottom dog) Custom paint on 4s we bust 'em See we project infested, nigga, raised on meat Concrete jungle, it's the way we sleep (It's the game of the life, the way it be And down south, we thuggin' on every street) Gold teeth and 20 inches, it's all me (How'bruh) Outta control, we bought 'em with platinum teets Dope dealin', we struggle in 20 of these Cadillac truck, gold grill on 23s [Chorus] Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south homie (Oh) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south please Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south, uh The New South that is (Let her out Baby) Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south what Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south please Tell me 'bout the south Tell me 'bout the south, uh The New South that is (Let her out oh) [Breakdown: Timbaland (Bubba Sparxxx)] I am sitting in the morning At the diner on the corner (Oh) I am waiting at the counter For the man to pour the coffee (Oh) And he fills it only halfway And before I even argue He is looking out the window At somebody coming in (Oh) In (Come on) In (Come on) In (Come on) I am sitting in the morning At the diner on the corner (Oh) Corner, corner [Outro: Bubba Sparxxx] There you have it The south representation Bubba Brrrrr-Birdman Can I get a bird call, uh Come on Uh uh Bubba New South There it is We out