South In Ya Mouth Lyrics - Singles - Gangsta Blac

Look this is the world's debut of these damn fools 

Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules 

And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone speak the truth 

Please don't tell 'em wrong 'cuz if you do, then you know you through 

Bitches I'ma grown ass man makin' grown man moves 

Don't get it wrong, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too 

We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit 

Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit 

Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back 

(White-black) 

And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that 

Shit we might just fight cats, beat you to the fact, Jack 

Provokin' you for callin' the authorities 

(Take that) 

Me, I ain't facin' that blood on the baseball bat 

Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak 

G'wan wit'cha bad self put that South all in they mouth 

Tell them through the East of Tennessee before we work it out 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

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South, yeah Parkway 

TaylorMade, see they be too deep in the place to be 

Chiefin' trees, drinkin' crown, actin' bad, talkin' loud 

Push and shove through the crowd talkin' shit, so what's up now? 

They don't want it, no, they don't want it 

I know alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy? 

They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude 

If you don't love me, mane fuck you 

Comin' like a train, boy, it's not a game 

What's my name name name? Big Stak Mac 

Where I'm from from from? The terrible T 

What I claim claim claim? C.W.B. 

So all that bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me 

G.B. and me fall up in the new daisies 

Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too crazy 

Some call me the coldest cracker and I just may be 

I'm like Jigga down here, call me big Hay-Z 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

What 

South, yeah Parkway 

So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks 

Collard green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more 

Put some dirty South, real deep until you leakin' grease 

Boy poppin' it, bustin' loose, tryin' to get to me 

Barbecues, hoes, rims, paint, braids, fades, boy 

Hay in the barn everyday in the South boy 

Counter that, runnin'? I'll be damned if I'ma run trick 

Down fifty-one from the law, 'til I'm free bitch 

Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato salad 

Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater have it 

Constantly seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood 

Kept it real with my people like I always said I would 

Dirty white boy caught up in the mix 

Tryin' to separate the real from the counterfeit tricks 

Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the real cats starve 

But that's how the industry is, how the music people are 

A celebrity I'll never be 

I'm just a representative of my community 

In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle down 

Hold down this Southern town 

From H-town to Funkytown, world renowned 

We puttin' the 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

What 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth 

Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth