Yea, it's ya man Stack$, 8ball, Paul Wall, and Pitbull, MJG, and nigga we on That's right  



I was sippin' platinum baby bottles up in nursery 

Swerving off dat burgundy, got my weight up like I'm Hercules  

For all of 'yall dat aint heard of me that shit there sounds absurd to me  

Got my goons in da front, goons in da back  

Just in case the boys wanna bang we bang back  

Slang dem raps like a nigga slang crack  

If you don't smoke purp you can catch a contact  

Got ball and g, from Tennessee and Paul Wall they on with me  

They moving slow and they mug and mean and they moving off dat memphizene  

Got a big house looking over the water  

Drive a different car every day of the month  

Like the boys in the dope game locked at the border  

Me and the boys got the game locked up  

Like fabo, betcha can't do it like me  

And I betcha can't spend seven million like me  

Raised in the burbs but I'm known in the streets  

Connected to the playas and the double OG's  



I'm on like them lights at Christmas time at the rocafella  

Shrooming off them portabellas going off that annabella  

I'm on like them lights at Christmas time at the rocafella  

Shrooming off them portabellas going off that annabella  





I'm on, anything you need what you talking 'bout prolly got it up my sleeve Yea I'm on, me and my team  

Pockets stay thick like codeine promephazine yea  

I'm on, yea I'm on, yea I'm on, I'm On yea yea I'm On, 

I'm On yea I'm On, yea

Okay, okay, okay  



Hey, Paul Wall, Paul Wall 

You already know what I'm sippin' on, 44's I'm tippin' on 

Grippin' grain and flippin' chrome  

H-town baby that's my home and Paul Wall  

Baby that's my name, on da mic I bring da pain  

Competition still talking down but it's unanimous that they lame  

Swisha House is my domain with t ferris and g u  

Why chug a deuce and sip a deuce 

Pop the trunk and bang the screw  

Might see me flippin' down MLK, might see be flipping down Antoine drive  

Texas baby born and raised on 22's I glide like Clyde  



Maybe 24's like T.I. I'm sitting high cocked up on stilts  

I'm leaning baby going off dat tilt, sew da game up like a quilt  

I'm well built and I'm thoroughbred  

All day chasing after bread  

On da grind I'm making moves while I'm a dime piece give me some head  

Michael Watts still chopping it up I'm with the grit boys showing up  

That purple kush we rolling up and that purple stuff we pouring up  

Its Paul Wall and Stack$ money, it's SoBe and dat Swisha House  

I'm on it baby draped up and dripped out  

Coming live from the dirty south  







I be creeping in 69 heavy Chevy 4 door  

Deep with the back leaning hand on a 44  

See gorilla ride up, cup with some thick in it 

Nappy hair afro, niggas with the pick in it 

Playas put your drinks up, hos let me see your tongue 

MJG pimp tight, known to get it done 

Cadillac's truck, come equip with the hos in the 

Trunk full of all different kind of pimp clothes in it 

Boys want to go to sleep, the bitches want to ride with me 

Tell dem niggas not tonight, waiting outside for me 

I'm on like a menstrual cycle don't stop, and you gonna need a tampon that covers the whole block 

I'm a be the whole city, make you run into the next state 

Break shit up, like a dose of Kaopectate 

Motherfuckers won't have a minute to spectate 

Come and see me, I'm on, you can get straight 









Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, you gonna make me spill my lean 

Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, you gonna make me spill my lean

Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, you gonna make me spill my lean 

Go ahead boy, Go ahead boy, quit playing boy, you gonna make me spill my lean 



Y'all better pay attention, to what's going down 

I done paid my dues and I ain't going nowhere now 

Y'all boys gonna have to see, all the things that I'm doing and learn how to deal with it 

Learn how to live with it, yea I fuck with the game but the last thing I'll ever do is kill with it 

Y'all aint ready for what's about to happen, y'all ain't ready for a 

Little Cuban from da south done put it done in a way that's neva heard neva seen yea 

I'm from where we double the money 'cause we triple the beam Man 

They aint ready for me, that's right, they aint ready for me 

I'm just the truth in every sense of the word and my dawg Lil' Jon is from where we got them dirty birds 

And they fly south whenever they run out, Dade County, we too strong 

Buddy, I'm On 







South where it's H-town, white cup, crushed ice 

Purp mixed with cran grape, pour it up, get nice 

Who is that, fat boy, gold mouth, pure south 

When you hear 'em say living legend that's who they talking bout 

Behind black tint, passenger seat bad bitch 

Mafia ties I'm responsible for right hits 

Holla at me when you see me I ain't Hollywood 

I'm just another nigga getting paid burning good 

It's in my blood I ain't never been nothing but hood 

Niggas get the pistol brawl, hit the hardwood 

I'm in Miami at the mall spending big stacks 

South Beach, me and big Stack$ on the track 

Memph ten, blue city, orange mound pimp 

Drink by the gallon, weed by the pound pimp 

Playa made and it ain't hard to tell 

Like James Todd nigga 8Ball hard as hell 







Uh, we on, from the dirty south, yea 



We out