What I Represent (Ugk) - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: What I Represent (Ugk)
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
The, the underground, the, the underground
The, the underground, the, the, the underground
This is the, the underground, the, the underground
The, the, the underground, the, the underground

Now this one here for everybody out there off the top
This for the real slab swangas whipping dubs and drops
For the real block huggers that's embracing the grind
And the three time fellas that be facing some time

For them real deep boys that be baking and serving
And them real hood hustlas that be shaking and swerving
For them real cut throwers putting work in on the average
And trill ass niggaz living they life like a savage

A lot of niggaz hold it down for they set it
And when the work comes easy and when the game ain't ready
Niggaz they really rep they're neighborhood good or bad
Niggaz that really be on the block throwing signs and flags

Well, I'm here to represent for all the gangstas and the thugs
And the underdog niggaz that ain't getting no love
For a nigga trying' to make a weight for him and his crew
Just recognize, I'm representing for you, and nigga that's on the true

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now, everybody wanna act like they already got it made
With the houses and the cars and the bills all paid
Got a million in the bank and two million in jewels
But on the cool, life ain't like that for a lot of these fools

Lot of people in this world coming up pretty hard
Raised in project apartments, with no front yard
Had to share their clothes and shoes with cousins and brothers
Never had they own shit, they had to share it with others

I wasn't born with a silver spoon sticking out my grill
I was raised in the middle of the struggle on the real
Had some hard times in my life, trying to make ends meet
Not to mention, trying not to fall victim to the streets

Against the odds, a nigga made it out the game
But that don't mean that I'm gunna forget about from where I came
UGK ain't just a name, it's what a nigga is
I was there before I got in the biz and nigga that's on the rizz

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

Now people always be around when you shining and balling
But they real hard to find when tough times come calling
You got money, doing good, and they be all in your face
Then disappear like Sue Storm soon as you catch a case

It's like clockwork homeboy, the shit never fails
Soon as they think the party's over, everybody bails
Could a sworn they was your friends when your world was on shine
But soon as you get some time, outta sight, outta mind

It's a shame that some real ass niggaz took a fall
It's a shame how they treat you when you locked behind the wall
When your woman won't visit and your homie won't send you no flicks
Or come and see you, that's some cold ass shit

Well I miss my nigga, he was down for me
That's why I got the whole world screaming," Free Pimp C"
And I'll be right here waiting when you touch back down
UGK we still holding the crown, kings of the underground

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

I'ma sell my dope, I'ma bust my guns
I'ma fuck my hoes, I'ma stack my ones
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the underground)

I'ma smoke my good, I'ma sip my drink
I'ma grip my grain, I'ma drip my paint
What I represent?
(The, the underground, the, the underground)
What I represent?
(The, the, the underground)

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Uptown Thang (Remix Hot) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Uptown Thang (Remix Hot)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Bryon O Thomas

Lyric:
It's an uptown thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th

As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need
To bob your head, 'cuz I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'

Music that's non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck 'wit us, 'cuz Cash Money is the shit

I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
Bout green can't forget about Josephine

Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas
Or six people will carry ya, niggas will bury ya
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me find me

In the U.P.T., with the 2, 2, 3
Ready to bust back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill

Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
And the clique I'm in with nigga 2, 2, 6
I keep it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill

Them raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you experience
Commence upon the drama that I present clown

I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K and put some fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse

You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide

I'm high till I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told 'ja I let 'em hang
Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

Once again it's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes

So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder
Well, keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter

Is you ready?
To come swim in the water with the sharks
In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart
You'z a hoe

So stay on your side of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja

So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that S.T.P.
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 1, 2, 3
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 17
It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13

So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit' that World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit' that 11th ward crew
I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

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Uptown Thang (Wait'N On Your Picture) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Uptown Thang (Wait'N On Your Picture)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Bryon O Thomas

Lyric:
It's an uptown thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th

As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need
To bob your head, 'cuz I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'

Music that's non-stoppin', p-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck 'wit us, 'cuz Cash Money is the shit

I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
Bout green can't forget about Josephine

Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas
Or six people will carry ya, niggas will bury ya
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me find me

In the U.P.T., with the 2, 2, 3
Ready to bust back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill

Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
And the clique I'm in with nigga 2, 2, 6
I keep it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill

Them raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you experience
Commence upon the drama that I present clown

I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K and put some fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse

You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide

I'm high till I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told 'ja I let 'em hang
Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

Once again it's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes

So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder
Well, keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter

Is you ready?
To come swim in the water with the sharks
In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart
You'z a hoe

So stay on your side of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja

So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that S.T.P.
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 1, 2, 3
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit' that 17
It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13

So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit' that World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit' that 11th ward crew
I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got 'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

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Country Cousins - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Country Cousins
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Fonce Mizell, Raheem Devaughn, Larry Mizell, Talib Kweli Greene, Bernard James Freeman, Chad L. Butler

Lyric:
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son?
The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is dead
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody talked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-DMC
So I thought that everybody 'Walked This Way'

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
It's just some things I was taught to say
And every Saturday morning
I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes

The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game
And the truancy came
Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new to game
Used to playin' on TV courtesy of video music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop

Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer
But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina

L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
And you think everybody else sound country
So they started callin' 'em Bamas

Down south where we buy them hammers
Down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap
Where they quick to fill you with them slugs

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog? What up, cuzz?
Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, wine and weed
Sittin' on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed

Listenin' to Eric Band, Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate

Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double

So I said it's time to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl
Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
I'm down with J from Houston and I think it should be
But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T

$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star

Start as blacks off the news, I weighed
'Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unreal way
They mommas' depleted
I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight

I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole south, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's good

I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
In my country cousins

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Gravy - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Gravy
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Avery Harris

Lyric:
Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo'
I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro
We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low
And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'?

Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch
It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit
Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks
Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk

We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread
And we ain't never gon' have no problems
Long as she hear what the fuck I said
Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side
Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights

I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop
I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy
Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy
100 percent, real Bun B I represent
Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent

Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me
So I eat all I want, my reputation preceeds me
If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy
'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy

Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome
You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam

So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand?
Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal
Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South
This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about
'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow
In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause

Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law
I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er
On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker
Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her

From the land of cheap work and steady licks
With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks
We grind to eat and eat to live
This shit for real, these ain't no tricks

With 36 hoes to the ki'
And ten kilos grams in the sack
And 15 sacks up in the trunk
Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack

It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow
The King Committee is now in session
Today's agenda, get that dough
'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin'

No second guessin', make your mind up
Step your grind up and get that pay
Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast
If you wanna roll with that UGK

I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes
Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy
I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine
We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

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40 - Rep Yo City - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rep Yo City
Artist: E
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

We 30 deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this bitch an' tear the club up

What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs an' the broads with the G string drawers
Up in here straight break it all off

Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
Outta control, we so cold

I'm on another level, went head up with the Devil
I never been a sucka, I always been a rebel
What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from?
What's you city, playboy? Mine 9 4 5 9 1

?Vallejo?, that's all I yell
Speakin' of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello
We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house
Back to the fuckin' south!

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz?
Showin' niggaz love, raise up, motherfucker
You need to be reachin' down
Pullin' yo goddamn shirt up, that's love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin'
I took a unknown piece land an' planted a goddamn flag
Say, ?I didn't?, motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this sonna bitch

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon an' The Eastside Boys
Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 an' The Click
An' you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
An' yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill
More horror than 'Amityville', no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' ya smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
An' you'll get popped with a smile
This ain't 'bout shoppin' an' style
This 'bout syrup an' candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles

Out the black an' the 'Lac, swingers clap an' if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs
Paper stacks an' you'll crack back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile, nigga
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood

Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts
You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks

My nigga, Earl, hollered, Big Ball got it poppin'
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio an' dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G an' keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

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