Underground Kingz feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D Quit Hatin' the South Lyrics

UGK (Underground Kingz) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Swisha and Dosha
  • 2 Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)
  • 3 Chrome Plated Woman
  • 4 Life Is 2009
  • 5 The Game Belongs to Me
  • 6 Like That (remix)
  • 7 Gravy
  • 8 Underground Kingz
  • 9 Grind Hard
  • 10 Take tha Hood Back
  • 11 Quit Hatin' the South
  • 12 Heaven
  • 13 Trill N****** Don't Die
  • 14 Drop Top Dyne (remix)
    CD 2
  • 1 How Long Can It Last
  • 2 Still Ridin' Dirty
  • 3 Stop-N-Go
  • 4 Cocaine
  • 5 Two Type of Bitches
  • 6 Real Women
  • 7 Candy
  • 8 Tell Me How Ya Feel
  • 9 Shattered Dreams
  • 10 Like That
  • 11 Next Up
  • 12 Living This Life
  • 13 Outro
  • 14 Int'l Players Anthem (Chopped & Screwed)
  • 15 Int'l Players Anthem
  • 16 Hit the Block
  • 17 Top Drop Dyne
  • [Intro: Pimp C]
    Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!
    Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the
    muthafuckin East
    Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better
    Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!
    Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here
    We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!
    So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!
    This country rap tunes down here nigga!
    Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!
    All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all
    But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!
    Hold up!

    [Charlie Wilson (Pimp C):]
    Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)
    Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)
    Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch.. hold up)
    Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)
    But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)
    That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)
    You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)
    Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on.. on..
    Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)

    [Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
    Quit hatin the South... (baby)
    We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)
    Quit hatin the South... (baby)
    Quit hatin the South...

    [Bun B:]
    Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)
    When I some real trill shit to go left to
    Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me
    But when my time came they act like they ain't know me
    I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)
    Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)
    Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends
    Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends
    Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped
    West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop
    Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned
    Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn
    "There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole" (why is that?)
    Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control
    But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands
    And pass it over to the next generation of fans
    And quit hatin the South

    [Chorus]

    [Willie D:]
    I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA
    You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa
    We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard
    You wanna run up with the ?
    I from the get.. coke but I'm still clockin figures
    Bitch.. hoe.. cocksuckin nigga
    And that goes for all you visitors too
    If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!
    They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect
    Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet
    Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger
    Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!
    It's some trash in the South but I promise you
    From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too
    As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son
    I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from
    I remember N.W.A. and PE
    Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be
    You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either
    Disrepsecting the code, ? muthafuckas neither

    [Chorus: 1/2]

    [Pimp C:]
    To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses
    Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready
    Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state
    Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say
    And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about
    I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth
    Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn
    But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin
    I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall
    Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw
    (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone
    Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist
    I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night
    In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend
    Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house
    And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch
    niggaz talkin 'bout? [echoes]

    [Outro: Pimp C]
    All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?
    Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!
    Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses
    sending that bullshit through the air!
    Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!
    Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!
    They put all y'all records on one side of the store
    And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store
    And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!
    It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!
    You reap what you sew!
    Fuck you in ya pussy!
    Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!
    Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!
    Young Pimp

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