Welcome To The South

[Hook: Chamillionaire] (Welcome to the South) Try to criticize us for how we live And go do the same things that we just did, mmm (Better watch your mouth) try to criticize us for how we spit Then say you respect the money that we get, mmm (Welcome to the South) Must you criticize everything we did Then expect at us to never even trip, mmm We more than grills and candy paint so be careful what you say Cause we might just throw it right back in your face, hey (Better watch your mouth) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Uhh, across the globe I hear the hate The same whispers from state to state If you didn't say it then this ain't for you Don't worry 'bout it cause you can't relate Before you buy me and you criticize me While you beside me let's get it straight Cause you remind me of the kid beside me Same rapper that you say you hate Wanna criticize then fine (fine) Say the South got simple rhymes (rhymes) Every time I travel I'm In the backyard that act just like mine Same grind just different times (times) I know things done changed a lil' Used to show our grills and they be like "eww!" Nowadays they all say "that's ill!" I remember when a major label Wouldn't even come pay a visit Used to say they have love for us but They was blowin them suspect kisses Now you watch and we see you plot And you can't act like we ain't suspicious Shootin slugs just shoot at us But when you bust your thang, it misses Uhh, I ain't even much trippin Cause I'm the man where I'm residing So I'm deciding where I'm residing So never tolerate domestic violence I know you'd rather me just relax And sit back in silence But I'm the owner, not just a client So the South is what I stay advertising [Hook: Chamillionaire] (Welcome to the South) Try to criticize us for how we live And go do the same things that we just did, mmm (Better watch your mouth) try to criticize us for how we spit Then say you respect the money that we get, mmm (Welcome to the South) Must you criticize everything we did Then expect at us to never even trip, mmm We more than grills and candy paint so be careful what you say Cause we might just throw it right back in your face, hey (Better watch your mouth) [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Don't knock the swagger, don't knock the swagger Then turn around and be a swagger-jacker If you a man then you should be a man Don't walk around without a Adam's apple We was lookin at it from a distance But we wasn't trippin cause it had to happen Styrofoam cup, and a Snapple And you actin like you been a fan of rappin If you was hatin or participating When you saw us up and never slidin through You and everybody else that did it It applied to them and it applied to you You actin like somebody made you say it Took your hand and then applied the glue Turn around and gave the mic to you And now you end up looking like a fool Can't polly us, come follow us And that's the reason I'm in the lead The rest of y'all are some bench warmers And gettin mad cause I'm in the lead I'm switching speeds don't get fatigued Y'all behind the line, y'all chasin me Y'all finna see my energy So ya get off my back and let a playa breathe I won't lie and act like That I'm the one supporting everythang Like Southern rappers ain't never lame Like some of these boys don't eff up the game Most of us do our thang And the rest of 'em leave my ears in pain But that's him and he sure ain't me So don't look at us like we all the same [Hook: Chamillionaire] (Welcome to the South) Try to criticize us for how we live And go do the same things that we just did, mmm (Better watch your mouth) try to criticize us for how we spit Then say you respect the money that we get, mmm (Welcome to the South) Must you criticize everything we did Then expect at us to never even trip, mmm We more than grills and candy paint so be careful what you say Cause we might just throw it right back in your face, hey (Better watch your mouth) [Verse 3: Pimp C] Uhh, South side candy rider never been a socializer Flyin high, work grinder, knock your gal you can't find her She was sittin on butter, hun'ned thousand under her ass I was workin the wood circle smokin candy mashing on the gas I can't be you I can't do you, I just do me, if you ain't Been where I been then you cain't, be who I be if you ain't Seen what I seen and you can't, see what I see I put the bricks, in the road there was slab on it wasn't free Been a legend in the South since the year 9-3 "Pocket Full of Stones," menace to society The hard in the cars, chrome-y fo's, not D's Now everybody pimpin and they all got keys Please you work, for UPS They say they smokin dro but all I keep smelling is stress I roll with the best, '92 me and Screw in the Lexus I might not be nothin to you but I'm the {shit} in that Texas (Welcome to the South...) {*echoes*}