[Hook]. I'm from the south Southern Hospitality. Soul food dinners dinners dinners dinners dinners dinners. I'm from the south where the old folks they don't mind they business. Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders. Candy Paint and Gold Teeth (x8). [Waka Flocka]. I'm in Riverdale on 85 at Annlers' eatin' some Soul Food. Clayton County attitude let me know if you down to. Party all night with my people. And if yo' ass go hungry man them old folks they gon feed you. I bring drama like Sammy Sam I'm so plain fly. Twista Bumpin' Do or Die. Car clean no suit and tie. Ghetto boy like Willie D. Cartier wood grains like I'm Pimp C I hold the flame like Bun B. I ain't from the South that's Ludacris that country shit. Fish and grits y'all full of bits wet paint big rims. You can't help but done notice it put the beat in it dark tints. I'm coolin' it wit' my bad bitch she sick ass shit not average. Country hell ? y'all in Riverdale where we at. [Hook]. [Bun B]. Man I'm sittin' low in my old school and my locs is on and I'm so cool. And my top is dropped so there's no roof and I'm shinin' hard as my gold tooth. I'm trill as hell and I'm heavy set pray to the Lord but don't get it bent. I'm from the hood and I represent and I turn it up like the deficit. I'm from Texas bitch Cadillac no Lexus bitch. Where we ride on fours this suicide doors that part no ?plexis? bitch. So you best not test us bitch cause we will get reckless bitch. Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black Glock take more than yo' necklace bitch. Tell me who gon' check us bitch we outside down for the hood nigga we gon' ride. My gladiators yeah they go live wit' them AR's and them 4-5s. So watch yo' step and know yo' place you ain't trill don't show yo' face. Cause I'll pull and pop and I'll catch a case and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace. [Hook]. [Ludacris]. Luda!. Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels. Seats look like I hollered at the Reese's peanut butter company and made a deal. Trucks shakin' like jelly these honeys ready to check the spread. Cause I get that cheese and I sandwich myself between the bread. So keep yo' mind on yo' riches and get yo' hoes right. Cause in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right. This southern living is like something you ain't never seen. Ask any hustler his favorite color is money green. Blacked out tint white wall spinnin'. Lookin' for the ham hock neckbone collard green cornbread eatin' women. We some country ass certified gangstas in the south. When you speak about who's hottest watch yo' motherfucking mouth. [Hook]