Lil` Wayne Represent 4 The South Lyrics

Represent 4 The South Lyrics

[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





[Chorus:]





[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!





[Chorus:]





[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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