The South Song Lyrics


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Aw yeah, welcome to the South everybody

Creepin up outta the dirty south unexpectedly hittin ya head
like a stick of lead whippin you, flippin you outta bed
Cause on my block the sidewalk can sizzle an egg
and we as hip hop as a cripple with dreads missin a leg
visitors get addicted and don't wanna leave
blowin on trees from Kentucky to the Florida keys
Humidity floats in the breeze
and this is the only place where shorties can go to the beach and grow double D's
like GOOD JESUS. Let me rub some lotion on your cleavage
cause where we live summertime lasts about four seasons

Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Southernunderground
  • 3 The South
  • 4 Love Ain’t
  • 5 Rain
  • 6 Doin Alright
  • 7 Interlude 1
  • 8 Old School
  • 9 Seasons
  • 10 Nasty Filthy
  • 11 Falling Down
  • 12 Sunrise/Sunset
  • 13 Interlude 2
  • 14 Appreciation (remix)
  • 15 Dying Nation
  • 16 War

  • credits

    publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
    writers: David Bowie
    album: Track 3 in album Southernunderground
    release date: 2003-4-1
    popularity : 93 users have visited this page.
    genres: Hip Hop
    styles: Conscious
    length: 3:29
    writer: David Diaz, Ryan Wisler, Willis Polk II

    Album Information

    label: Freshchest
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 820587201726
    script: Latin