Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah 

 Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love 

 Those who didn't (Ha Ha) 

  

 [Verse 1] 

 I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy 

 Balling just picture me baby 

 You and me hit you so crazy 

 You gonna be pushing them daises 

 We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades 

 While you hustling on the block  

 We fishing in the Everglades 

 Reckon I run up in this liquor store  

 Pick up a fifth of that Crown 

 We were puffing on that herb  

 When y'all break it down and frown 

 Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town 

 They used to call me JD out South slinging pound 

 Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out 

 Lay low when you see some shit in the south 

 Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow 

 So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas 

 Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash 

  

 [Chrous] 

 I reckon we fully prepaired 

 Reckon you oughta be scared 

 Reckon we out of control 

 Thinking bout platinum and gold 

 Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now 

 Reckon you bitches gonna learn  

 You can't keep Haystak down 

  

 I reckon we fully prepaired  

 Reckon you oughta be scared 

 Reckon we out of control 

 Thinking bout platinum and gold 

 Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now 

 Reckon you bitches gonna learn 

  

 [Verse 2] 

 I reckon I'm southern like fried chicken 

 I'll be here till I leave yo 

 Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast 

 My people(echo) country as collard greens 

 Money hungry dope fiends 

 Go get that cheese by any means 

 Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon 

 Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon 

 I came up with cash villians 

 Riding right, sack dealin 

 We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back) 

 In the back of the club 

 In the back of the limo 

 Nothing changed but the day,the date on my 

 Presidential 

 I came hard on my first 

 I came hard on my second 

 I come hard on my third 

 Do you reckon? I reckon 

  

 [Chrous] 

  

 [Verse 3] 

 I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars 

 Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx) 

 Cops pull us over looking for rocks 

 Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks 

 You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash 

 Why don't you gone write some tickets with yo old ass 

 I'm talking bad to security up in the club 

 You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up 

 They told me cowards won't dig it 

 They told me haters ain't liking it 

 I told them that ain't whats on my  

 Mind when I'm writing it 

 If my people had got popped and never did fold 

 Knowing they been took care of it  

 Soon as they got parole(echo) 

  

 [Chrous] 

  

 (DJ scratches then cold end