[{"id":10568950,"name":"Quit Hatin’ the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin’ the South","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin’ the South\n artist: UGK\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":29311803,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South","artistName":"UGK, Charlie Wilson, Willie D.","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\nYeah, nigga\nWe know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\nThen it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\nBut now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\nSo since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\nSo y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here, nigga!\nYoung Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\nHold up!\n\nPushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\nYou steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\nOoh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nWell, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWith some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\nBut when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\nBought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\nProbably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nI'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up in our broads\n\nI'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\nBitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\nThey say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\nFriendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\nIt's some trash in the South, but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\nTo all the radio, T.V, and even the press\nThat's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\nY'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\nBut ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\nI'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\nI'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\nY'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\nKnalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\nYou reap what you sow!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.65] Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n[00:07.05] Yeah, nigga\n[00:08.61] We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n[00:14.86] Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n[00:18.88] But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n[00:22.61] So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n[00:25.88] We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n[00:28.65] So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n[00:30.91] This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n[00:33.63] Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n[00:39.31] All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n[00:42.87] But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n[00:46.59] Hold up!\n[00:47.49] Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n[00:53.89] Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n[00:59.02] Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n[01:05.43] Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n[01:11.08] But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n[01:17.35] That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n[01:22.64] You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n[01:28.80] Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n[01:34.49] Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n[01:36.92] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:43.08] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[01:49.05] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:55.02] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[02:01.11] Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n[02:04.92] With some real trill shit to go left to\n[02:07.19] Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n[02:10.17] But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n[02:13.16] I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n[02:16.34] Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n[02:19.42] Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n[02:22.15] Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n[02:25.11] Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n[02:27.78] West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n[02:31.16] Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n[02:33.98] Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n[02:36.95] \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n[02:40.68] Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n[02:42.92] But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n[02:46.05] And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n[02:49.16] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[02:54.91] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[03:01.35] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[03:07.05] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[03:13.73] I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n[03:16.08] You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n[03:19.04] We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n[03:22.89] You wanna run up in our broads\n[03:24.82] I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n[03:28.24] Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n[03:31.68] And that goes for all you visitors too\n[03:34.05] If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n[03:37.33] They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n[03:40.43] Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n[03:43.28] Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n[03:46.15] Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n[03:49.35] It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n[03:52.07] From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n[03:54.82] As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n[03:58.01] I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n[04:01.11] I remember N.W.A. and PE\n[04:04.04] Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n[04:07.06] You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n[04:10.12] Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n[04:13.12] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[04:19.13] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[04:24.81] To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n[04:27.97] That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n[04:30.82] Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n[04:33.83] Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n[04:36.73] And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n[04:39.89] I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n[04:42.75] Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n[04:45.89] But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n[04:48.64] I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n[04:52.49] Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n[04:55.08] I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n[04:58.48] Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n[05:01.28] I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n[05:04.30] In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n[05:07.53] Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n[05:10.27] And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[05:15.06] All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n[05:18.16] Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n[05:20.31] Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n[05:22.94] Sending that bullshit through the air\n[05:25.22] Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n[05:30.27] Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n[05:33.71] They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n[05:36.55] And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n[05:39.58] And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n[05:43.83] It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n[05:48.09] You reap what you sow!\n[05:50.75] Fuck you in ya pussy!\n[05:54.16] Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n[06:00.41] Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n[06:05.58] Young Pimp\n[06:06.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South\n artist: UGK, Charlie Wilson, Willie D.\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n start_ms: 1650\n end_ms: 7050\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n start_ms: 7050\n end_ms: 8610\n- text: We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 8610\n end_ms: 14860\n- text: Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 14860\n end_ms: 18880\n- text: But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 18880\n end_ms: 22610\n- text: So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n start_ms: 22610\n end_ms: 25880\n- text: We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n start_ms: 25880\n end_ms: 28650\n- text: So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n start_ms: 28650\n end_ms: 30910\n- text: This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n start_ms: 30910\n end_ms: 33630\n- text: Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n start_ms: 33630\n end_ms: 39310\n- text: All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n start_ms: 39310\n end_ms: 42870\n- text: But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n start_ms: 42870\n end_ms: 46590\n- text: Hold up!\n start_ms: 46590\n end_ms: 47490\n- text: Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n start_ms: 47490\n end_ms: 53890\n- text: Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n start_ms: 53890\n end_ms: 59020\n- text: Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n start_ms: 59020\n end_ms: 65430\n- text: Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n start_ms: 65430\n end_ms: 71080\n- text: But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? 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(Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n start_ms: 94490\n end_ms: 96920\n- text: Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n start_ms: 96920\n end_ms: 103080\n- text: We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n start_ms: 103080\n end_ms: 109050\n- text: Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n start_ms: 109050\n end_ms: 115020\n- text: Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n start_ms: 115020\n end_ms: 121110\n- text: Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n start_ms: 121110\n end_ms: 124920\n- text: With some real trill shit to go left to\n start_ms: 124920\n end_ms: 127190\n- text: Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n start_ms: 127190\n end_ms: 130170\n- text: But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n start_ms: 130170\n end_ms: 133160\n- text: I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n start_ms: 133160\n end_ms: 136340\n- text: Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n start_ms: 136340\n end_ms: 139420\n- 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fuck on, fool\n start_ms: 214050\n end_ms: 217330\n- text: They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n start_ms: 217330\n end_ms: 220430\n- text: Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n start_ms: 220430\n end_ms: 223280\n- text: Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n start_ms: 223280\n end_ms: 226150\n- text: Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n start_ms: 226150\n end_ms: 229350\n- text: It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n start_ms: 229350\n end_ms: 232070\n- text: From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n start_ms: 232070\n end_ms: 234820\n- text: As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n start_ms: 234820\n end_ms: 238010\n- text: I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n start_ms: 238010\n end_ms: 241110\n- text: I remember N.W.A. and PE\n start_ms: 241110\n end_ms: 244040\n- text: Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n start_ms: 244040\n end_ms: 247060\n- text: You can't fuck 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bouncin' and twerkin'\n start_ms: 282750\n end_ms: 285890\n- text: But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n start_ms: 285890\n end_ms: 288640\n- text: I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n start_ms: 288640\n end_ms: 292490\n- text: Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n start_ms: 292490\n end_ms: 295080\n- text: I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n start_ms: 295080\n end_ms: 298480\n- text: Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n start_ms: 298480\n end_ms: 301280\n- text: I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n start_ms: 301280\n end_ms: 304300\n- text: In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n start_ms: 304300\n end_ms: 307530\n- text: Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n start_ms: 307530\n end_ms: 310270\n- text: And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n start_ms: 310270\n end_ms: 315060\n- text: All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n start_ms: 315060\n end_ms: 318160\n- text: Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n start_ms: 318160\n end_ms: 320310\n- text: Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n start_ms: 320310\n end_ms: 322940\n- text: Sending that bullshit through the air\n start_ms: 322940\n end_ms: 325220\n- text: Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n start_ms: 325220\n end_ms: 330270\n- text: Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n start_ms: 330270\n end_ms: 333710\n- text: They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n start_ms: 333710\n end_ms: 336550\n- text: And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n start_ms: 336550\n end_ms: 339580\n- text: And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n start_ms: 339580\n end_ms: 343830\n- text: It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n start_ms: 343830\n end_ms: 348090\n- text: You reap what you sow!\n start_ms: 348090\n end_ms: 350750\n- text: Fuck you in ya pussy!\n start_ms: 350750\n end_ms: 354160\n- text: Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n start_ms: 354160\n end_ms: 360410\n- text: Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n start_ms: 360410\n end_ms: 365580\n- text: Young Pimp\n start_ms: 365580\n end_ms: 366280\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 366280\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n Yeah, nigga\n We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\n So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n With some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\n Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up in our broads\n\n I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\n They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\n It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\n To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\n I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n You reap what you sow!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":28275506,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"UGK","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's really goin' down in the South bitch\nYeah nigga, we know hip hop and rap\nAnd all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East\nKnow I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast\nAnd they did it a little bit better\nKnow I'm sayin'? But now it's our time\nTo shine down here nigga\nKnow I'm sayin'? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin'\nWe ain't real hip hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz\nSo y'all stay up there with that bullshit\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga\nYoung Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real\nI got love for y'all but all you bitch ass niggaz\nTalkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick\nHold up\nPushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed\nSteady stayin' on the grind\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?\nThat talk down on every song\nYou steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nWe gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nQuit hatin' the South\nWell, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool, for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was givin' rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\nThere's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\nProbably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin' the South, baby\nWe gettin' paper in the South, getting' money\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nQuit hatin' the South\nI'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with (Incomprehensible)\nI from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures\nBitch hoe cock suckin' nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool\nThey say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet\nAin't nobody typin' that much can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rap is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers neither\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nWe gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\nTo all the radio, TV and even the press\nBeen hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\nBut hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\nI'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\nI'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us\nSo what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch\nKnow I'm talkin' 'bout? y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSendin' that bullshit through the air\nBitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first\nBitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\nYou reap what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy\nKeep talkin' that shit\nThem young gladiators go come get you too partner\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South (feat. 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So since y'all niggaz keep sayin'\n We ain't real hip hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz\n So y'all stay up there with that bullshit\n This country rap tunes down here nigga\n Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real\n I got love for y'all but all you bitch ass niggaz\n Talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick\n Hold up\n Pushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed\n Steady stayin' on the grind\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?\n That talk down on every song\n You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n Quit hatin' the South\n Well, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool, for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was givin' rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\n Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin' the South, baby\n We gettin' paper in the South, getting' money\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n Quit hatin' the South\n I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with (Incomprehensible)\n I from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures\n Bitch hoe cock suckin' nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool\n They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet\n Ain't nobody typin' that much can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rap is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers neither\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\n To all the radio, TV and even the press\n Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n I'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us\n So what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch\n Know I'm talkin' 'bout? y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sendin' that bullshit through the air\n Bitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first\n Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n You reap what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy\n Keep talkin' that shit\n Them young gladiators go come get you too partner\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":5908581,"name":"Quit Hatin’ the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin’ the South","artistName":"UGK feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nMuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nNiggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n[00:07.08] Yeah, nigga\n[00:08.64] We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n[00:14.81] Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n[00:18.87] But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n[00:22.62] So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n[00:25.82] We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n[00:28.64] So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n[00:30.96] This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n[00:33.67] Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n[00:39.39] All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n[00:42.88] But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n[00:46.52] Hold up!\n[00:47.42] Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n[00:53.88] Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n[00:59.08] Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n[01:05.40] Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n[01:11.00] But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n[01:17.37] That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n[01:22.63] You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n[01:28.86] Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n[01:34.42] Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n[01:36.95] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:43.05] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[01:49.08] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:55.07] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[02:01.16] Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n[02:04.97] With some real trill shit to go left to\n[02:07.16] Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n[02:10.22] But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n[02:13.11] I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n[02:16.35] Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n[02:19.45] Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n[02:22.18] Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n[02:25.15] Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n[02:27.79] West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n[02:31.12] Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n[02:33.99] Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n[02:36.94] \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n[02:40.68] Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n[02:42.96] But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n[02:46.03] And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n[02:49.17] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[02:54.97] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[03:01.35] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[03:07.06] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[03:13.76] I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n[03:16.05] You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n[03:19.06] We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n[03:22.82] You wanna run up in our broads\n[03:24.89] I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n[03:28.23] Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n[03:31.65] And that goes for all you visitors too\n[03:34.04] If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n[03:37.38] They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n[03:40.43] Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n[03:43.22] Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n[03:46.14] Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n[03:49.30] It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n[03:52.08] From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n[03:54.87] As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n[03:58.02] I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n[04:01.13] I remember N.W.A. and PE\n[04:04.02] Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n[04:07.01] You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n[04:10.19] Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n[04:13.11] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[04:19.13] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[04:24.87] To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n[04:27.95] That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n[04:30.82] Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n[04:33.82] Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n[04:36.78] And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n[04:39.89] I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n[04:42.70] Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n[04:45.83] But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n[04:48.66] I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n[04:52.46] Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n[04:55.09] I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n[04:58.42] Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n[05:01.29] I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n[05:04.38] In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n[05:07.57] Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n[05:10.23] And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[05:15.03] All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n[05:18.14] Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n[05:20.37] Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n[05:22.95] Sending that bullshit through the air\n[05:25.29] Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n[05:30.28] Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n[05:33.73] They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n[05:36.56] And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n[05:39.50] And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n[05:43.87] It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n[05:48.08] You reap what you sow!\n[05:50.71] Fuck you in ya pussy!\n[05:54.17] Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n[06:00.40] Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n[06:05.55] Young Pimp\n[06:06.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin’ the South\n artist: UGK feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh! 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Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n start_ms: 288660\n end_ms: 292460\n- text: Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n start_ms: 292460\n end_ms: 295090\n- text: I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n start_ms: 295090\n end_ms: 298420\n- text: Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n start_ms: 298420\n end_ms: 301290\n- text: I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n start_ms: 301290\n end_ms: 304380\n- text: In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n start_ms: 304380\n end_ms: 307570\n- text: Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n start_ms: 307570\n end_ms: 310230\n- text: And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n start_ms: 310230\n end_ms: 315030\n- text: All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n start_ms: 315030\n end_ms: 318140\n- text: Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n start_ms: 318140\n end_ms: 320370\n- text: Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n start_ms: 320370\n end_ms: 322950\n- text: Sending that bullshit through the air\n start_ms: 322950\n end_ms: 325290\n- text: Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n start_ms: 325290\n end_ms: 330280\n- text: Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n start_ms: 330280\n end_ms: 333730\n- text: They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n start_ms: 333730\n end_ms: 336560\n- text: And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n start_ms: 336560\n end_ms: 339500\n- text: And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n start_ms: 339500\n end_ms: 343870\n- text: It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n start_ms: 343870\n end_ms: 348080\n- text: You reap what you sow!\n start_ms: 348080\n end_ms: 350710\n- text: Fuck you in ya pussy!\n start_ms: 350710\n end_ms: 354170\n- text: Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n start_ms: 354170\n end_ms: 360400\n- text: Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n start_ms: 360400\n end_ms: 365550\n- text: Young Pimp\n start_ms: 365550\n end_ms: 366940\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n Muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n Niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":15927063,"name":"Quit Hatin’ the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin’ the South","artistName":"UGK feat. Wilson, Charlie & D, Willie","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin’ the South\n artist: UGK feat. Wilson, Charlie & D, Willie\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":2195780,"name":"Quit Hatin’ the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin’ the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, it's really goin' down in the South bitch\nYeah nigga, we know hip hop and rap\nAnd all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East\nKnow I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast\nAnd they did it a little bit better\nKnow I'm sayin'? But now it's our time\nTo shine down here nigga\nKnow I'm sayin'? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin'\nWe ain't real hip hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz\nSo y'all stay up there with that bullshit\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga\nYoung Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real\nI got love for y'all but all you bitch ass niggaz\nTalkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick\nHold up\nPushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed\nSteady stayin' on the grind\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?\nThat talk down on every song\nYou steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nWe gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nQuit hatin' the South\nWell, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool, for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was givin' rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\nThere's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\nProbably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin' the South, baby\nWe gettin' paper in the South, getting' money\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nQuit hatin' the South\nI'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with (Incomprehensible)\nI from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures\nBitch hoe cock suckin' nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool\nThey say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet\nAin't nobody typin' that much can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rap is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers neither\nQuit hatin' the South, baby\nWe gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\nTo all the radio, TV and even the press\nBeen hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\nBut hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\nI'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\nI'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us\nSo what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch\nKnow I'm talkin' 'bout? y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSendin' that bullshit through the air\nBitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first\nBitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\nYou reap what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy\nKeep talkin' that shit\nThem young gladiators go come get you too partner\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin’ the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: UGK\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh, it's really goin' down in the South bitch\n Yeah nigga, we know hip hop and rap\n And all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East\n Know I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast\n And they did it a little bit better\n Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our time\n To shine down here nigga\n Know I'm sayin'? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin'\n We ain't real hip hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz\n So y'all stay up there with that bullshit\n This country rap tunes down here nigga\n Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real\n I got love for y'all but all you bitch ass niggaz\n Talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick\n Hold up\n Pushin' cocaine, servin' pounds of weed\n Steady stayin' on the grind\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hatin' me\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lyin'\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man?\n That talk down on every song\n You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on, ooh yeah\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n Quit hatin' the South\n Well, it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool, for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was givin' rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\n Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin' the South, baby\n We gettin' paper in the South, getting' money\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n Quit hatin' the South\n I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with (Incomprehensible)\n I from the get coke but I'm still clockin' figures\n Bitch hoe cock suckin' nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool\n They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin' bad on the Internet\n Ain't nobody typin' that much can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rap is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrespectin' the code, does motherfuckers neither\n Quit hatin' the South, baby\n We gettin' paper in the South, gettin' money\n To all the radio, TV and even the press\n Been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't impress\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin' to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryin' rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n But hoe we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n I'm Sweet Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin' drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us\n So what the fuck you bitch niggaz talkin' 'bout?\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz, know I'm talkin' 'bout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there bitch\n Know I'm talkin' 'bout? y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sendin' that bullshit through the air\n Bitch, say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first\n Bitch ass nigga, it's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n You reap what you sew and fuck you in ya pussy\n Keep talkin' that shit\n Them young gladiators go come get you too partner\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":20545637,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":369.4396416,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nMuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nNiggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: UGK\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 369440\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n Muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n Niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":20912087,"name":"Quit Hatin’ the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin’ the South","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz Disc 1","duration":504.088324,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin’ the South\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz Disc 1\n duration_ms: 504088\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":19252931,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz","duration":367.0111999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz\n duration_ms: 367011\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":17507895,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz (CD 1)","duration":367.0111999,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz (CD 1)\n duration_ms: 367011\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":31449919,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South","artistName":"Underground Kingz feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\nYeah, nigga\nWe know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\nThen it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\nBut now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\nSo since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\nSo y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here, nigga!\nYoung Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\nHold up!\n\nPushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\nYou steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\nOoh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nWell, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWith some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\nBut when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\nBought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\nProbably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nI'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up in our broads\n\nI'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\nBitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\nThey say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\nFriendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\nIt's some trash in the South, but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\nTo all the radio, T.V, and even the press\nThat's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\nY'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\nBut ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\nI'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\nI'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\nY'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\nKnalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\nYou reap what you sow!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.65] Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n[00:07.05] Yeah, nigga\n[00:08.61] We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n[00:14.86] Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n[00:18.88] But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n[00:22.61] So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n[00:25.88] We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n[00:28.65] So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n[00:30.91] This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n[00:33.63] Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n[00:39.31] All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n[00:42.87] But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n[00:46.59] Hold up!\n[00:47.49] Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n[00:53.89] Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n[00:59.02] Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n[01:05.43] Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n[01:11.08] But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n[01:17.35] That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n[01:22.64] You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n[01:28.80] Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n[01:34.49] Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n[01:36.92] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:43.08] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[01:49.05] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:55.02] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[02:01.11] Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n[02:04.92] With some real trill shit to go left to\n[02:07.19] Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n[02:10.17] But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n[02:13.16] I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n[02:16.34] Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n[02:19.42] Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n[02:22.15] Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n[02:25.11] Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n[02:27.78] West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n[02:31.16] Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n[02:33.98] Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n[02:36.95] \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n[02:40.68] Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n[02:42.92] But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n[02:46.05] And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n[02:49.16] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[02:54.91] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[03:01.35] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[03:07.05] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[03:13.73] I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n[03:16.08] You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n[03:19.04] We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n[03:22.89] You wanna run up in our broads\n[03:24.82] I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n[03:28.24] Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n[03:31.68] And that goes for all you visitors too\n[03:34.05] If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n[03:37.33] They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n[03:40.43] Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n[03:43.28] Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n[03:46.15] Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n[03:49.35] It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n[03:52.07] From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n[03:54.82] As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n[03:58.01] I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n[04:01.11] I remember N.W.A. and PE\n[04:04.04] Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n[04:07.06] You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n[04:10.12] Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n[04:13.12] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[04:19.13] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[04:24.81] To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n[04:27.97] That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n[04:30.82] Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n[04:33.83] Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n[04:36.73] And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n[04:39.89] I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n[04:42.75] Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n[04:45.89] But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n[04:48.64] I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n[04:52.49] Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n[04:55.08] I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n[04:58.48] Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n[05:01.28] I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n[05:04.30] In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n[05:07.53] Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n[05:10.27] And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[05:15.06] All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n[05:18.16] Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n[05:20.31] Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n[05:22.94] Sending that bullshit through the air\n[05:25.22] Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n[05:30.27] Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n[05:33.71] They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n[05:36.55] And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n[05:39.58] And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n[05:43.83] It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n[05:48.09] You reap what you sow!\n[05:50.75] Fuck you in ya pussy!\n[05:54.16] Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n[06:00.41] Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n[06:05.58] Young Pimp\n[06:06.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South\n artist: Underground Kingz feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh! 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Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n start_ms: 325220\n end_ms: 330270\n- text: Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n start_ms: 330270\n end_ms: 333710\n- text: They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n start_ms: 333710\n end_ms: 336550\n- text: And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n start_ms: 336550\n end_ms: 339580\n- text: And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n start_ms: 339580\n end_ms: 343830\n- text: It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n start_ms: 343830\n end_ms: 348090\n- text: You reap what you sow!\n start_ms: 348090\n end_ms: 350750\n- text: Fuck you in ya pussy!\n start_ms: 350750\n end_ms: 354160\n- text: Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n start_ms: 354160\n end_ms: 360410\n- text: Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n start_ms: 360410\n end_ms: 365580\n- text: Young Pimp\n start_ms: 365580\n end_ms: 366280\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 366280\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n Yeah, nigga\n We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\n So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n With some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\n Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up in our broads\n\n I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\n They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\n It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\n To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\n I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n You reap what you sow!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":2195779,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"UGK feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nMuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nNiggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: UGK feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n Muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n Niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":29908486,"name":"Quit Hatin the South","trackName":"Quit Hatin the South","artistName":"Ugk Charlie Wilson Willie D","albumName":"Boss Hogg Outlawz-Still on Tha Grind 2K7 Bootleg","duration":406.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\nYeah, nigga\nWe know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\nThen it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\nBut now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\nSo since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\nSo y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here, nigga!\nYoung Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\nHold up!\n\nPushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\nYou steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\nOoh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nWell, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWith some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\nBut when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\nBought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\nProbably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nI'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up in our broads\n\nI'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\nBitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\nThey say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\nFriendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\nIt's some trash in the South, but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\nTo all the radio, T.V, and even the press\nThat's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\nY'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\nBut ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\nI'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\nI'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\nY'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\nKnalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\nYou reap what you sow!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.65] Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n[00:07.05] Yeah, nigga\n[00:08.61] We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n[00:14.86] Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n[00:18.88] But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n[00:22.61] So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n[00:25.88] We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n[00:28.65] So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n[00:30.91] This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n[00:33.63] Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n[00:39.31] All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n[00:42.87] But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n[00:46.59] Hold up!\n[00:47.49] Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n[00:53.89] Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n[00:59.02] Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n[01:05.43] Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n[01:11.08] But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n[01:17.35] That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n[01:22.64] You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n[01:28.80] Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n[01:34.49] Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n[01:36.92] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:43.08] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[01:49.05] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:55.02] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[02:01.11] Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n[02:04.92] With some real trill shit to go left to\n[02:07.19] Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n[02:10.17] But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n[02:13.16] I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n[02:16.34] Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n[02:19.42] Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n[02:22.15] Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n[02:25.11] Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n[02:27.78] West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n[02:31.16] Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n[02:33.98] Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n[02:36.95] \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n[02:40.68] Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n[02:42.92] But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n[02:46.05] And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n[02:49.16] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[02:54.91] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[03:01.35] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[03:07.05] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[03:13.73] I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n[03:16.08] You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n[03:19.04] We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n[03:22.89] You wanna run up in our broads\n[03:24.82] I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n[03:28.24] Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n[03:31.68] And that goes for all you visitors too\n[03:34.05] If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n[03:37.33] They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n[03:40.43] Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n[03:43.28] Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n[03:46.15] Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n[03:49.35] It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n[03:52.07] From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n[03:54.82] As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n[03:58.01] I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n[04:01.11] I remember N.W.A. and PE\n[04:04.04] Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n[04:07.06] You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n[04:10.12] Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n[04:13.12] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[04:19.13] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[04:24.81] To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n[04:27.97] That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n[04:30.82] Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n[04:33.83] Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n[04:36.73] And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n[04:39.89] I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n[04:42.75] Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n[04:45.89] But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n[04:48.64] I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n[04:52.49] Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n[04:55.08] I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n[04:58.48] Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n[05:01.28] I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n[05:04.30] In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n[05:07.53] Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n[05:10.27] And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[05:15.06] All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n[05:18.16] Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n[05:20.31] Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n[05:22.94] Sending that bullshit through the air\n[05:25.22] Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n[05:30.27] Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n[05:33.71] They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n[05:36.55] And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n[05:39.58] And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n[05:43.83] It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n[05:48.09] You reap what you sow!\n[05:50.75] Fuck you in ya pussy!\n[05:54.16] Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n[06:00.41] Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n[06:05.58] Young Pimp\n[06:06.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin the South\n artist: Ugk Charlie Wilson Willie D\n album: Boss Hogg Outlawz-Still on Tha Grind 2K7 Bootleg\n duration_ms: 406000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n start_ms: 1650\n end_ms: 7050\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n start_ms: 7050\n end_ms: 8610\n- text: We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 8610\n end_ms: 14860\n- text: Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 14860\n end_ms: 18880\n- text: But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 18880\n end_ms: 22610\n- text: So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n start_ms: 22610\n end_ms: 25880\n- text: We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n start_ms: 25880\n end_ms: 28650\n- text: So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n start_ms: 28650\n end_ms: 30910\n- text: This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n start_ms: 30910\n end_ms: 33630\n- text: Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n start_ms: 33630\n end_ms: 39310\n- text: All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n start_ms: 39310\n end_ms: 42870\n- text: But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n start_ms: 42870\n end_ms: 46590\n- text: Hold up!\n start_ms: 46590\n end_ms: 47490\n- text: Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n start_ms: 47490\n end_ms: 53890\n- text: Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n start_ms: 53890\n end_ms: 59020\n- text: Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n start_ms: 59020\n end_ms: 65430\n- text: Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n start_ms: 65430\n end_ms: 71080\n- text: But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? 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Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n start_ms: 315060\n end_ms: 318160\n- text: Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n start_ms: 318160\n end_ms: 320310\n- text: Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n start_ms: 320310\n end_ms: 322940\n- text: Sending that bullshit through the air\n start_ms: 322940\n end_ms: 325220\n- text: Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n start_ms: 325220\n end_ms: 330270\n- text: Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n start_ms: 330270\n end_ms: 333710\n- text: They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n start_ms: 333710\n end_ms: 336550\n- text: And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n start_ms: 336550\n end_ms: 339580\n- text: And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n start_ms: 339580\n end_ms: 343830\n- text: It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n start_ms: 343830\n end_ms: 348090\n- text: You reap what you sow!\n start_ms: 348090\n end_ms: 350750\n- text: Fuck you in ya pussy!\n start_ms: 350750\n end_ms: 354160\n- text: Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n start_ms: 354160\n end_ms: 360410\n- text: Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n start_ms: 360410\n end_ms: 365580\n- text: Young Pimp\n start_ms: 365580\n end_ms: 366280\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 366280\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n Yeah, nigga\n We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\n So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n With some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\n Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up in our broads\n\n I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\n They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\n It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\n To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\n I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n You reap what you sow!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":39810334,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South","artistName":"UGK Feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D","albumName":"Underground Kingz [Disc 1]","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nMuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nNiggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South\n artist: UGK Feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D\n album: Underground Kingz [Disc 1]\n duration_ms: 367015\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n Muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n Niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":19672987,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South [Feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D]","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South [Feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D]","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz CD1","duration":366.994286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nMuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nNiggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South [Feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D]\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz CD1\n duration_ms: 366994\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n Muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n Niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":14378882,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South Ft. Charlie Wilson & Willie D","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South Ft. Charlie Wilson & Willie D","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz","duration":367.051833,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South Ft. Charlie Wilson & Willie D\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz\n duration_ms: 367052\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":14412155,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":13036043,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"UGK","albumName":"Underground Kingz [Disc 1]","duration":366.9466624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n[00:07.08] Yeah, nigga\n[00:08.64] We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n[00:14.81] Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n[00:18.87] But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n[00:22.62] So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n[00:25.82] We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n[00:28.64] So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n[00:30.96] This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n[00:33.67] Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n[00:39.39] All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n[00:42.88] But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n[00:46.52] Hold up!\n[00:47.42] Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n[00:53.88] Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n[00:59.08] Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n[01:05.40] Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n[01:11.00] But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n[01:17.37] That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n[01:22.63] You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n[01:28.86] Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n[01:34.42] Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n[01:36.95] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:43.05] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[01:49.08] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:55.07] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[02:01.16] Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n[02:04.97] With some real trill shit to go left to\n[02:07.16] Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n[02:10.22] But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n[02:13.11] I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n[02:16.35] Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n[02:19.45] Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n[02:22.18] Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n[02:25.15] Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n[02:27.79] West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n[02:31.12] Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n[02:33.99] Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n[02:36.94] \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n[02:40.68] Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n[02:42.96] But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n[02:46.03] And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n[02:49.17] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[02:54.97] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[03:01.35] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[03:07.06] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[03:13.76] I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n[03:16.05] You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n[03:19.06] We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n[03:22.82] You wanna run up in our broads\n[03:24.89] I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n[03:28.23] Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n[03:31.65] And that goes for all you visitors too\n[03:34.04] If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n[03:37.38] They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n[03:40.43] Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n[03:43.22] Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n[03:46.14] Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n[03:49.30] It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n[03:52.08] From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n[03:54.87] As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n[03:58.02] I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n[04:01.13] I remember N.W.A. and PE\n[04:04.02] Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n[04:07.01] You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n[04:10.19] Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n[04:13.11] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[04:19.13] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[04:24.87] To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n[04:27.95] That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n[04:30.82] Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n[04:33.82] Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n[04:36.78] And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n[04:39.89] I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n[04:42.70] Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n[04:45.83] But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n[04:48.66] I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n[04:52.46] Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n[04:55.09] I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n[04:58.42] Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n[05:01.29] I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n[05:04.38] In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n[05:07.57] Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n[05:10.23] And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[05:15.03] All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n[05:18.14] Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n[05:20.37] Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n[05:22.95] Sending that bullshit through the air\n[05:25.29] Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n[05:30.28] Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n[05:33.73] They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n[05:36.56] And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n[05:39.50] And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n[05:43.87] It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n[05:48.08] You reap what you sow!\n[05:50.71] Fuck you in ya pussy!\n[05:54.17] Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n[06:00.40] Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n[06:05.55] Young Pimp\n[06:06.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: UGK\n album: Underground Kingz [Disc 1]\n duration_ms: 366947\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh! 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It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":16586353,"name":"Quit Hatin' The South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' The South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"Underground Kingz","albumName":"Ugk (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\nYeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\nmuthafuckin East\nKnalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\nKnalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\nKnalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\nSo y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here nigga!\nYoung Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\nHold up!\n\nPushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\nYou steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\nOoooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nWe gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\nQuit hatin the South... (baby)\nQuit hatin the South...\n\nWell it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWhen I some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\nBut when my time came they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\nBought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\nProabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans\nAnd quit hatin the South\n\nI'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up with the?\nI from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\nBitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\nThey say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\nFriendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\nIt's some trash in the South but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\nTo all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\nBeen hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\nY'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\nBut hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\nI'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n(I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\nniggaz talkin 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\nY'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\nKnalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nsending that bullshit through the air!\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\nYou reap what you sew!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' The South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: Underground Kingz\n album: Ugk (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin down in the South bitch!\n Yeah nigga! We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the\n muthafuckin East\n Knalmsayin? Then it went to the West coast and they did it a little bit better\n Knalmsayin? But now it's our time to shine down here NIGGA!\n Knalmsayin? So since y'all niggaz keep sayin we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggaz!\n So y'all stay up there with that BULLshit!\n This country rap tunes down here nigga!\n Young Pimp! Young Bun! Underground Kingz!\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggaz talkin down in ya records, you can eat a DICK!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin cocaine, serving pounds of weed (pounds of weed pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me bitch. hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (if it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin down nigga!)\n You steady actin like a bitch, you steady cryin your eyes out (stop crying bitch!)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on. on.\n Ooooooooh yeah! (Knalmtalkinbout?)\n\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n We gettin paper in the South... (gettin money)\n Quit hatin the South... (baby)\n Quit hatin the South...\n\n Well it's been a long time my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n When I some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah), for the ones before me\n But when my time came they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n Bought damn near every record the muthafucka dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them muthafuckas aggravated 'cause we gettin some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggaz is swole\" (why is that?)\n Proabably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans\n And quit hatin the South\n\n I'm blastin off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up with the?\n I from the get. coke but I'm still clockin figures\n Bitch. hoe. cocksuckin nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on fool!\n They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect\n Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch I'll break yo' fingers!\n It's some trash in the South but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrepsecting the code,? muthafuckas neither\n\n To all the radio, T.V., and even the presses\n Been hatin on the Sizz-outh like we ain't ready\n Y'all think we came in the place, say man we came in the state\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch we got somethin to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin and twerkn\n But hoe we know what's goin on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin\n I'ma O.G. Rock Balll, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n (I'm Sweet) Jones, fucked a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silver Royce, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I'm bumped the school, that's how I do, sippin drank, each teen night\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy cart, squeeze 'em out, bought the ranch man fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'al dope from us so what the fuck you bitch\n niggaz talkin 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggaz! Knalmtalkinbout?\n Y'all niggaz on y'all period up there BITCH!\n Knalmtalkinbout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n sending that bullshit through the air!\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes NIGGA!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first... bitch ass nigga!\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin!\n You reap what you sew!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too patna!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"},{"id":38155631,"name":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","trackName":"Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)","artistName":"Vinylgroover, BK","albumName":"UGK (Underground Kingz)","duration":367.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\nYeah, nigga\nWe know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\nThen it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\nBut now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\nSo since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\nWe don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\nSo y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\nThis country rap tunes down here, nigga!\nYoung Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\nAll the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\nBut all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\nHold up!\n\nPushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\nSteady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\nPussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\nBecause if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\nBut how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\nThat talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\nYou steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\nSay my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\nOoh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nWell, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\nWith some real trill shit to go left to\nGotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\nBut when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\nI've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\nBefore MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\nBack when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\nNigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\nBought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\nWest coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\nNow it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\nThem motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n\"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\nProbably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\nBut just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\nAnd pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nQuit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\nI'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\nYou double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\nWe ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\nYou wanna run up in our broads\n\nI'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\nBitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\nAnd that goes for all you visitors too\nIf you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\nThey say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\nFriendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\nAin't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\nCatch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\nIt's some trash in the South, but I promise you\nFrom the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\nAs long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\nI can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\nI remember N.W.A. and PE\nHad me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\nYou can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\nDisrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\nQuit hatin' the South (baby)\nWe gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\nTo all the radio, T.V, and even the press\nThat's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\nY'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\nY'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\nAnd all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\nI see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\nY'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\nBut ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\nI'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\nFuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\nI'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\nPlayer's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\nI bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\nIn Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\nCandy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\nAnd y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\nAll you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\nY'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\nKnalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\nSending that bullshit through the air\nBitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\nFuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\nThey put all y'all records on one side of the store\nAnd put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\nAnd see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\nIt's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\nYou reap what you sow!\nFuck you in ya pussy!\nKeep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\nAlready, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\nYoung Pimp","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.65] Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n[00:07.05] Yeah, nigga\n[00:08.61] We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n[00:14.86] Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n[00:18.88] But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n[00:22.61] So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n[00:25.88] We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n[00:28.65] So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n[00:30.91] This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n[00:33.63] Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n[00:39.31] All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n[00:42.87] But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n[00:46.59] Hold up!\n[00:47.49] Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n[00:53.89] Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n[00:59.02] Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n[01:05.43] Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n[01:11.08] But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n[01:17.35] That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n[01:22.64] You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n[01:28.80] Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n[01:34.49] Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n[01:36.92] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:43.08] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[01:49.05] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[01:55.02] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[02:01.11] Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n[02:04.92] With some real trill shit to go left to\n[02:07.19] Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n[02:10.17] But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n[02:13.16] I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n[02:16.34] Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n[02:19.42] Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n[02:22.15] Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n[02:25.11] Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n[02:27.78] West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n[02:31.16] Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n[02:33.98] Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n[02:36.95] \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n[02:40.68] Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n[02:42.92] But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n[02:46.05] And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n[02:49.16] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[02:54.91] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[03:01.35] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[03:07.05] Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n[03:13.73] I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n[03:16.08] You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n[03:19.04] We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n[03:22.89] You wanna run up in our broads\n[03:24.82] I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n[03:28.24] Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n[03:31.68] And that goes for all you visitors too\n[03:34.05] If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n[03:37.33] They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n[03:40.43] Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n[03:43.28] Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n[03:46.15] Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n[03:49.35] It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n[03:52.07] From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n[03:54.82] As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n[03:58.01] I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n[04:01.11] I remember N.W.A. and PE\n[04:04.04] Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n[04:07.06] You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n[04:10.12] Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n[04:13.12] Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n[04:19.13] We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n[04:24.81] To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n[04:27.97] That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n[04:30.82] Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n[04:33.83] Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n[04:36.73] And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n[04:39.89] I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n[04:42.75] Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n[04:45.89] But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n[04:48.64] I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n[04:52.49] Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n[04:55.08] I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n[04:58.48] Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n[05:01.28] I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n[05:04.30] In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n[05:07.53] Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n[05:10.27] And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[05:15.06] All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n[05:18.16] Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n[05:20.31] Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n[05:22.94] Sending that bullshit through the air\n[05:25.22] Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n[05:30.27] Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n[05:33.71] They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n[05:36.55] And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n[05:39.58] And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n[05:43.83] It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n[05:48.09] You reap what you sow!\n[05:50.75] Fuck you in ya pussy!\n[05:54.16] Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n[06:00.41] Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n[06:05.58] Young Pimp\n[06:06.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quit Hatin' the South (feat. Charlie Wilson & Willie D)\n artist: Vinylgroover, BK\n album: UGK (Underground Kingz)\n duration_ms: 367000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n start_ms: 1650\n end_ms: 7050\n- text: Yeah, nigga\n start_ms: 7050\n end_ms: 8610\n- text: We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 8610\n end_ms: 14860\n- text: Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 14860\n end_ms: 18880\n- text: But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n start_ms: 18880\n end_ms: 22610\n- text: So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n start_ms: 22610\n end_ms: 25880\n- text: We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n start_ms: 25880\n end_ms: 28650\n- text: So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n start_ms: 28650\n end_ms: 30910\n- text: This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n start_ms: 30910\n end_ms: 33630\n- text: Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n start_ms: 33630\n end_ms: 39310\n- text: All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n start_ms: 39310\n end_ms: 42870\n- text: But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n start_ms: 42870\n end_ms: 46590\n- text: Hold up!\n start_ms: 46590\n end_ms: 47490\n- text: Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n start_ms: 47490\n end_ms: 53890\n- text: Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n start_ms: 53890\n end_ms: 59020\n- text: Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n start_ms: 59020\n end_ms: 65430\n- text: Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n start_ms: 65430\n end_ms: 71080\n- text: But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? 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(Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n start_ms: 94490\n end_ms: 96920\n- text: Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n start_ms: 96920\n end_ms: 103080\n- text: We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n start_ms: 103080\n end_ms: 109050\n- text: Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n start_ms: 109050\n end_ms: 115020\n- text: Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n start_ms: 115020\n end_ms: 121110\n- text: Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n start_ms: 121110\n end_ms: 124920\n- text: With some real trill shit to go left to\n start_ms: 124920\n end_ms: 127190\n- text: Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n start_ms: 127190\n end_ms: 130170\n- text: But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n start_ms: 130170\n end_ms: 133160\n- text: I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n start_ms: 133160\n end_ms: 136340\n- text: Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n start_ms: 136340\n end_ms: 139420\n- 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bouncin' and twerkin'\n start_ms: 282750\n end_ms: 285890\n- text: But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n start_ms: 285890\n end_ms: 288640\n- text: I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n start_ms: 288640\n end_ms: 292490\n- text: Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n start_ms: 292490\n end_ms: 295080\n- text: I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n start_ms: 295080\n end_ms: 298480\n- text: Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n start_ms: 298480\n end_ms: 301280\n- text: I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n start_ms: 301280\n end_ms: 304300\n- text: In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n start_ms: 304300\n end_ms: 307530\n- text: Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n start_ms: 307530\n end_ms: 310270\n- text: And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n start_ms: 310270\n end_ms: 315060\n- text: All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n start_ms: 315060\n end_ms: 318160\n- text: Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n start_ms: 318160\n end_ms: 320310\n- text: Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n start_ms: 320310\n end_ms: 322940\n- text: Sending that bullshit through the air\n start_ms: 322940\n end_ms: 325220\n- text: Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n start_ms: 325220\n end_ms: 330270\n- text: Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n start_ms: 330270\n end_ms: 333710\n- text: They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n start_ms: 333710\n end_ms: 336550\n- text: And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n start_ms: 336550\n end_ms: 339580\n- text: And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n start_ms: 339580\n end_ms: 343830\n- text: It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n start_ms: 343830\n end_ms: 348090\n- text: You reap what you sow!\n start_ms: 348090\n end_ms: 350750\n- text: Fuck you in ya pussy!\n start_ms: 350750\n end_ms: 354160\n- text: Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n start_ms: 354160\n end_ms: 360410\n- text: Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n start_ms: 360410\n end_ms: 365580\n- text: Young Pimp\n start_ms: 365580\n end_ms: 366280\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 366280\nplain: |-\n Uh! It's really goin' down in the South, bitch\n Yeah, nigga\n We know hip-hop and rap and all that shit started in the motherfuckin' East, knalmsayin'?\n Then it went to the West coast, and they did it a little bit better, knalmsayin'?\n But now it's our time to shine down here, nigga, knalmsayin'?\n So since y'all niggas keep sayin' we ain't real hip-hop down here\n We don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas!\n\n So y'all stay up there with that bullshit!\n This country rap tunes down here, nigga!\n Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz\n All the O.G.'s that's recognizing the real, I got love for y'all\n But all you bitch ass niggas talkin' down in ya records, you can eat a dick!\n Hold up!\n\n Pushin' cocaine, syrup, and pounds of weed (pounds of weed, pussy nigga)\n Steady stayin' on the grind (steady grinding, stay in the studio, nigga)\n Pussy nigga can't say he ain't hating me (I know you hating me, bitch, hold up)\n Because if you did, then you wouldn't be lying (hold up)\n But how in the hell am I supposed to respect the man? (If it ain't respected, it ain't respected)\n That talk down on every song (I hear you talkin' down, nigga)\n You steady actin' like a bitch, you steady cryin' your eyes out (stop crying, bitch)\n Say my name pussy nigga, we can get the shit on, on\n Ooh, yeah! (Knalmtalkin\"bout?)\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n Well, it's been a long time, my nigga, I shouldn't have left you (I shouldn't have left)\n With some real trill shit to go left to\n Gotta lot of respect fool (yeah) for the ones before me\n But when my time came, they act like they ain't know me\n I've been down with rap music since Cold Crush and Melle (Melle)\n Before MTV put Run-D.M.C. on the tele (tele)\n Back when Whodini tried to tell ya about ya friends\n Nigga, I was giving rap all my time and my ends\n\n Bought damn near every record the motherfucker dropped\n West coast gangsta music, East coast hip-hop\n Now it's our time to shine and the tables is turned\n Them motherfuckers aggravated 'cause we gettin' some burn\n \"There's no room for everybody, just a few niggas is swole\" (why is that?)\n Probably 'cause they favorite rappers ain't in control\n But just let go of the past 'cause it's hurtin' your hands\n And pass it over to the next generation of fans and-\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n Quit hatin' the South (uh, hold up)\n\n I'm blastin' off on you hoes like NASA\n You double standards and hypocrisy, remind me of Massa\n We ain't good enough to eat at ya table but when ya dick get hard\n You wanna run up in our broads\n\n I'm from the ghetto but I'm still clockin' figures\n Bitch, ho, cocksuckin' nigga\n And that goes for all you visitors too\n If you don't like it down here, get the fuck on, fool\n\n They say you can't rap and they questionin' our intellect\n Friendly ass niggas jumpin, bad on the internet\n Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger\n Catch you in person, bitch, I'll break yo' fingers\n\n It's some trash in the South, but I promise you\n From the East to the West, some of y'all garbage too\n As long as the beat knock and the lyrics hot, son\n I can give a rat's ass where a rapper is from\n\n I remember N.W.A. and PE\n Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to be\n You can't fuck with Willie D, UGK either\n Disrespecting the code, jealous motherfuckers need to\n\n Quit hatin' the South (baby)\n We gettin' paper in the South (gettin' money)\n\n To all the radio, T.V, and even the press\n That's been hatin' on the Sizz-outh like we ain't fresh\n Y'all think we came here to play, say man we came here to stay\n Y'all shoulda listened to Andre, bitch, we got somethin' to say\n And all you washed up rappers, you ain't what it's about\n I see y'all tryna rap like us and puttin' grills in ya mouth\n Y'all buy the beat, buy the beat, like y'all bouncin' and twerkin'\n But ho, we know what's goin' on and bitch that bullshit ain't workin'\n\n I'ma O.G. Rock Ball, write my name up on the wall\n Fuck yo' bitch and hit the switch and put my dick up in her jaw\n I'm Sweet Jones, fuck a clone, legend on the microphone\n Player's choice, silky voice, keep yo' bitch's pussy moist\n I bump that Screw, that's how I do, sippin' drank, Byzantine link\n In Benz, big blue lens, knock this bitch and fuck with her friend\n Candy car, exquisite mouth, bought the ranch, man, fuck the house\n And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope from us, so what the fuck you bitch niggas talkin' 'bout?\n\n All you ole sensitive ass niggas! Knalmtalkin\"bout?\n Y'all niggas on y'all period up there bitch!\n Knalmtalkin\"bout? Y'all hide behind them e-mail addresses\n Sending that bullshit through the air\n Bitch! Say my name bitch, I'ma come to ya house!\n Fuck how you feel, country rap tunes nigga!\n They put all y'all records on one side of the store\n And put all the country rap music on the other side of the store\n And see who sell out first, bitch ass nigga!\n\n It's ya own fault ya shit ain't sellin'\n You reap what you sow!\n Fuck you in ya pussy!\n Keep talkin' that shit, them young gladiators go come get you too, partner!\n Already, UGK for life, fuck how you feel about it bitch!\n Young Pimp\n"}]