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South In Ya Mouth


by Gangsta Blac. Buy album CD: Down South Flava


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
What
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




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Album: Down South Flava (2001) Lyrics
cd Buy "Down South Flava" CD
  1. Can I Get Paid (Get Your Broke Ass Out)
  2. Can I Get Paid (Get Your Broke Ass Out)- Da Stripper's Anthem
  3. Chop Shop F/ Project Pat
  4. City Streets
  5. Da Ones Close, Know Most
  6. Dick Suckin' Hoes
  7. Don't Stand So Close
  8. Don't Stand So Close '2001'
  9. Don't Stand So Close '2001' F/ Three 6 Mafia
  10. Good & Hi
  11. Good & Hi F/ Juicy "J"
  12. Hard Not 2 Kill F/ D.J. Paul
  13. Hard Not To Kill
  14. How We Roll
  15. I Faked It Last Night
  16. I Thought You Knew F/ Crunchy Black
  17. I'll Be The Other Woman
  18. Kill Or Be Killed
  19. Let Me Get That Off You
  20. Love Don't Live
  21. Love Don't Live (U Abandoned Me)
  22. M-Town Representatives
  23. M-Town Representatives F/ Hypnotize Camp Posse
  24. Mask 2 My Face
  25. Money And Powder
  26. Oh No (Feat. Fatal Hussein)
  27. Pillow Talk
  28. Same Block
  29. Sippin & Spinnin
  30. They Don't Love Me
  31. Victim Of Yo' Own Shit
  32. Wut U Niggas Want
  33. Somebody
  34. Nobody corsses me
  35. 2 n da morn
  36. Tell 'em Wassup
  37. Cowardz in the sun (featuring criminal maine & project playaz)
  38. What can i say
  39. Gitty Up 'bout Ya Hog
  40. Don't Give A Fuck
  41. South in ya mouth (featuring haystak)
  42. World'z Thickest Click
  43. Cowardz In The Sun
  44. On it all (featuring cool bee & taylor made)
  45. Run up on it
  46. South In Ya Mouth
  47. Shake 'em Off
  48. Do you hear me
  49. On It All
  50. T.a.y.l.o.r. made nigga
  51. Gettin reel buck

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