Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a twenty sack
Hey, baby bubba
If I got it I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some Vodafone
Hey, baby bubba
What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts?
Low riders hittin' on switches
We the in-timidators, y'all intimidated
Hey, baby bubba
Y'all know what it is and Petey is the one I am
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
Hey, baby bubba
On some durag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
The gun shot men forward
I'ma shit it sick like, yeah
Hey, baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
All up in your local mall pickin' all your local broads
Hey, baby bubba
I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
We do it country 'cause we proud of this shit
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
South boys ain't fuckin' playin', check them
What y'all know about them buckshots bustin from a truck?
Spit what I spit 'cause I don't give a damn
Mag, spit it 'til I die fucker
Hey
The come of the me, the come of the Pete
Hey, baby bubba
This week got OutKast and No Limit in Eightball
Scarface, Ludacris and Goodie Mob, uh
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes watchin' the news
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
Holla, if you wanna get into a local brawl
You with your label kissin' ass like a damn sucker
Stayin' in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile
Well, he caught me in my van
The gun shot men forward
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
The gun shot men forward
All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Where my cats think you feel me at?
Well, he caught me in my van
We don't care though, nigga we just three fly guys
Hey, baby bubba
Hit us all with some cash
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
They tryna take my love man and it bothered me
Hey, baby bubba
We lost the music selector
Hey, baby bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
Alla y'all, and when we earn that
Let me get to Virginia, link up with Timbaland
Timbaland, now haters wanna get at me
We lost the music selector
I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be
Hey, baby bubba
Hey, baby bubba
C'mon c'mon c'mon, we ballin' y'all
They finally let the dish and the pan
We lost the music selector
Now I'm bustin' they ass
Hey, baby bubba
Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
Yeah, yeah, that's that Southern hospitality
Well, he caught me in my van
What y'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin' deal
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Now they callin' me the Incredible Man
We lost the music selector
The come of the 'goo, the come of the G
Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to Sue
Hey, baby bubba
Check me out in my black Transam dippin' on that man, who that be?
N-Y to floater while I'm humpin' your daughter
And there is one thing to understand
Hey, baby bubba
Well, he caught me in my van
