Texty: Lil' Wayne. Represent 4 The South.

[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]

I represent for the South

My residence is the shore

couple golds in my mouth

Bring my dance and my charm

I'm as hot as it get

I'm the youngest in charge

and ya oughta show some respect

I represent for da South



[Rick Ross:]

I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack

I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back

Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact

You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that

I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce

10 years later, time for me to cash out

You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator

Fuck traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered

See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit

I fucks wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid

My mom reminisce on a late nights

When I used to reel em in wit da straight white

Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l Beamer

First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer

Daddy severed his relationship

I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit



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[Lil' Wayne:]

Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'

I run it myself like a quarterback option


I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper

Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play soccer

I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker

A package on the way you know my whip game proper

And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars

Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint

I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points

We over here hustlin, we over here grindin

You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you

Rap bout me and a nigga might find you

Banana in ya ass wit ya head right behind ya

Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him

You can holla at me, a fee!



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[Young Jeezy:]

Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say more (more)

When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (haha)

Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money)

Now I'm on the road gettin' fifty a show money

Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct tape (tape)

30 minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake

Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks

When they cam through, look the stones on the watch

Iced out belt buckle, they never had a chance

Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants

Still got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo

Twelve carats in my ears just the show 'em what I stand fo' (hey!)



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