Represent 4 The South Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2] 

I represent for the South 

My residence is the shore 

couple golds in my mouth 

Bring my dance and my charm 

I'm as hot as it get 

I'm the youngest in charge 

and ya oughta show some respect 

I represent for da South 

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[Rick Ross:] 

I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack 

I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back 

Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact 

You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that 

I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce 

10 years later, time for me to cash out 

You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator 

Fuck traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered 

See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit 

I fucks wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid 

My mom reminisce on a late nights 

When I used to reel em in wit da straight white 

Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l Beamer 

First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer 

Daddy severed his relationship 

I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit 

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[Chorus:] 

[Lil' Wayne:] 

Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' 

I run it myself like a quarterback option 

I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin 

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper 

Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play soccer 

I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker 

A package on the way you know my whip game proper 

And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars 

Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint 

I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points 

We over here hustlin, we over here grindin 

You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you 

Rap bout me and a nigga might find you 

Banana in ya ass wit ya head right behind ya 

Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him 

You can holla at me, a fee! 

[Chorus:] 

[Young Jeezy:] 

Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say more (more) 

When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (haha) 

Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money) 

Now I'm on the road gettin' fifty a show money 

Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct tape (tape) 

30 minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake 

Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks 

When they cam through, look the stones on the watch 

Iced out belt buckle, they never had a chance 

Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants 

Still got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo 

Twelve carats in my ears just the show 'em what I stand fo' (hey!) 

[Chorus:]