Southern Fried Intro Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up 

I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight 

Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together 

I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya' 

I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing together 

So come on now and get up to it y'all 

The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows 

And wonder why the line's around the corner 

Cause the little motherfucker has the dopest shows 

So one time for my independent women and all the single mothers who be gettin' that cake 

Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers 

And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight 

East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south 

Then we took it all around the world 

I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls 

Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood, 

Non-stoppin', I'ma hit 'em till the block explode 

Hip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want? 

I even got a little rock 'n' roll 

The most creative, original, got 'em takin' subliminal 

Related 

The Best Karaoke Songs Ever, Ranked 

Watch Will Smith and James Corden Get Jiggy With It On Carpool Karaoke 

Watch Kendrick Lamar And Rihanna Test Each Other's 'Loyalty' In New Video 

Cause they can't get what I got's 

They want it so bad, four million dollar pad 

And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white flags, I'm hot! 

And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground 

Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope 

They gotta make up they mind, because they runnin' outta time 

And I'm about to make 'em choke 

Better turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preach 

Let's get arrested for Disturbin' the Peace! (C'mon) 

Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves 

Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'? 

While he doin' shows, I'm in these streets, know what I'm sayin'? 

While he on tv, I'm in these streets 

And then my broad, my kid walkin' around singin' it 

Boy, if they sing another verse, boy I swear 

Know what I'm sayin'? I'm on another level though 

I gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O' National 

I got my own record label, you heard of us 

The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real 

Who this nigga thing he is? 

Photos 

I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times 

I spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signs 

So feel a tingle in yo' s-spine, by the way I talk 

And it's pimpin' in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk 

Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops 

People in the way want to baller block 

Little do they know that I'm callin' shots 

And I'm not to be fucked with 

If you see me comin' 'round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dick 

I tried to tell 'em, but they don't want to listen 

I tried to shine 'em, but they don't want to glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin' 

And the kick drum keep on pumpin', I'm dumpin' on the closest fools 

Cause rules were made to be broken, but you can't make broken rules 

Hear what I'm sayin' or heard what I said 

Hear what they playin', 'cause through this music I'ma still be heard if I'm dead 

Call ya' producers, 'cause I'm hurtin' these beats 

I said it once, I'll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin' Tha Peace 

C'mon 

Yeah, folk 

The King of the kings has spoken 

ATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to block 

We bouta let our nuts hang! 

Disturbin' Tha Peace! 

We don't die, we multiply 

We makin Def Jam history 

Thanks for gettin' the CD shawty!