In The South Lyrics - Big Boi

They wanna what's going on in the South 

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth 

Two rollies at the same time, I'm too cool 

Gucci, is you locing? 'Cause that motherfucker Crip blue 

Suwoo Bentley and the Forgies Suwoo, too 

And I know two Jews, eat a case like it's fast food 

I bought a T-rex on these niggas 'cause life's cruel 

My jewels so cold that you might get the slight flu 

Bird's eye view, I'm looking down at the lil' dudes 

And if I had to, pussy nigga, I'll rob you 

You wanna see me locked 24 just like cop do 

You hate from the sideline, that's what yo' job to 

Gang mentality, I think like the mob do 

Police brutality, I'm strapped like a cop, fool 

My dope boy do numbers just like my shows do 

My main bitch rolling for me just like my hoes do 

These suckers say they coming for me, well, cook me soul food 

I'm out, 'Quest yo house, and I pull up with a trunk full 

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They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South 

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth 

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South 

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth 

Even though the radio refused to give us airplay 

Bump this shit in your Cadillac, your Cutlass or box Che-vy, hea-vy 

Timothy McVeigh, knock it down like OKC, boy 

And ain't no nigga on ya playlist fucking with a A-list nigga like B-I-G B-O-I, why? 

Effortlessly fly, I 

Tend to overthink when I ink these bars but y'all niggas don't even try 

Ball till you fall or your homies die 

Pour out a little liquor, let one in the sky 

Don't cry, let the doves do that when the guns go 'brrrp' 

Now that's what we call the pop life, true that 

(They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South) 

A nigga kick back at the house with my flipflops on 

Got an ounce on the couch, blow a bag 

Crack her jaw open, we all smoking 

And some of us even taking shots going in 

Jello, Tito's, white Hennessy, that brown liquor ain't yo' friend 

My G we know... 

What's going on in the South, in the South 

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South 

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth 

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South 

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South 

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth 

Big Chevy's bending corners, speakers thumping 

Yeah we make a scene 

That dirty, dirty in yo' ear, crystal clear 

Yeah, we got what you need 

Big Chevy's bending corners, speakers thumping 

Yeah we make a scene 

(Know what's going on in the South, in the South) 

That dirty, dirty in yo' ear, crystal clear 

Yeah, we got what you need 

(Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth) 

Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax 

Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax 

Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax