Ludacris - Raised In The South Lyrics
feat. Young Jeezy[Hook x2: Ludacris & Young Jeezy]Keep my name out your mother*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)Keep my name out your mother*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)Keep my name out your mother*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)Keep my name out your mother*****in' mouth (out yo' mouth)Cause I was raised in the mother*****in' south (in the south)[Verse 1: Ludacris]Southside, College Park, yeah I rep thatWhere there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch thatNiggas robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat thatThrow some some red dots up on your head and connect thatI guess you in the right place, at the right timeAnd I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mindThe wrong move'll make a Nigga grab the right nineKnock your livin' daylights out, *****, night timeCome off up them stacksIf you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'emGo and get 'em or we gon' chase himGo stick him and might erase himOr turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'emOr see all the pigs and all that baconWe gon' As-salamu alaykum[Hook][Verse 2: Young Jeezy]These ***** niggas only talkin' cause they got lipsGuess them choppers only bustin' cause them *****es got clipsGot them niggas bustin' off the motorcycle like ChipsThink I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been CripsAll this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect thatBout to ask him for that trap, and nigga I'mma check thatHundred units in the living room, and you can bet thatI'm so high up in this ***** look like I got a jet packIf you a real street nigga, won't you tell me how it feelSo bought some 26s before you played her like BillSo keep your name up out your mouthGives a ***** bout how you feelCause in these mother*****in' streets, I Am Legend like Will[Hook][Verse 3: Ludacris]These niggas is sweeter than a sweet potatoSofter than Play-Doh, hope ***** nigga, lay lowA-Town by the way of IllinoisAnd our blocks come together like Legos, they knowWho I am, I'm the man with a planeAnd a nigga with verses, blowin' a rapper to piecesGot a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' thatI'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes, (Roof)I'm scratchin the surfaceThe nigga with the million dollar versesThese rappers are worthlessAnd all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purposeI'm possessed, stick a needle in your backLike a nigga doing voodoo cursesGivin' them a two piece with a biscuitAnd hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churchesGet nervous, get robbed of your valuables niggaLike I'm snatching your pursesAnd I got a couple urgesTo clown on you niggas like a three ring circusIf you ain't got no warrantsThen you best to believe it'll be no searchesSo keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains[Hook]
