Hip hop ain't dead she jus livin in tha south,
Skatin on 8s done got some ice up in her mouth.
Hate it if ya want and say we ain't taken over
But the truth is southern playas always keep it colder
I be rocked up from my feet up to my head
Said I'm a paper baker cuz I'm alll about my bread
Catch me in the slab rollin up some sticky bud
bumpin funk i pop tha trunk and show love to my hood
Say whats up to tha sippi when ya see me in the streets
Mayne my rims as big as midgets in some three inch cleats
You know I keep it hotter than some lava in a mothafuckin volcano
I think I lost my mind in 89 but I'm still gettin some brain tho
Watch me swang the lane when I come down in my lac
once I get up in my thang joo it ain't no turnin back.
Pack the gat and get ta bustin
Buckin while ya fuckin cussin
Hollin bout some motha fuck em
Fuck him and his fuckin cousin
Joo this liquor got me buzzin
Bout to hit em wid a dozen
Slugs and what he was in
done got fuckin done in
heat hotter than a oven
and joo you know that i ain't love em