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chamillionaire - southern takeover (dirty) lyrics

[intro]
[chamillionaire]
the sound of revenge, haha
woo, tell em what it is mayne
tell ’em what it is

[pastor troy]
welcome to the new world order
atlanta, georgia

[chamillionaire]
houston, texas, he already know

[pastor troy]
the south is takin over

[chorus x2 – chamillionaire]
just look over your shoulder
shoulder
let me see who just showed up
sshowed up
it’s the southern takeover
it’s over
you better tell em i got drinks that stand on top try and stop
pop pop pop

[mr. mike]
it’s the mr. falcon toter, cook cook c0ke with baking soda
blun roller, dro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper
light your n-gga if he figure f-ckin’ wit my cl!ck will make him
richer, he should know instead of it will make him deader
deader money, f-cking with my money, get yo money
stacked right out of sunday school
on a bright and sunny sunday, this ain’t fun
i ain’t joking bout my c0ke and package from a shaolin
might kidnap your wife and daughter, bury them down deep in georgia
no d.a. or f-cking lawyers prosecuting witnesses
we executing, start to shooting, starting to do this f-cking violence
start a riot, get this m-th-f-cker crunk or as crunk you can get it
that that dro, i’m a hit it, out of line, n-gga i spit it
spit it, live it, cause i live it, you don’t walk it, you just talkin
pistol totin and they knowing that’s my snow and got his dope and
i ain’t holdin, steady slangin, right on your black-a-block
hit your trap, set up shop, try and stop, blot blot block

[chorus – chamillionaire]
just look over your shoulder
shoulder
let me see who just showed up
showed up
it’s the southern takeover
it’s over
you betta tell em i got drinks that stand on top try and stop
pop pop pop

[chamillionaire]
this ain’t about a image, this ain’t about a gimmick
cause you stand to the side and the game gotta diminish
i’m d-mn sure that this city don’t think that he the realest
he whooping on his -ss before he finishing his sentence
i’ve only got a minute to tell you about a digit
you looking at a n-gga like i ain’t about to get it
i’m looking at the money like i ain’t about to finish
so you need to mind your business if you worried bout your business
uh, i’m a h-town soldier, i’m a come
with the trunk up, and don’t remind cha
if you say your getting it, shoulda told you bout a
n-gga named chamillionaire that’s fo sho a problem
you don’t want no problem
problem
got amnesia gonna let the fo-fo remind ’em
yeah you tip on and ride em, we ride 4-4s when the dough beside ’em
6’6 taller looking like he a sinner, 10 tattoos looking like he a k!ller
skinny -ss n-ggas don’t fight with a n-gga, pull out a billfold, put a price on a n-gga
it’s kinfolk, put a knife in a n-gga from his car to his pocket then right in his liver
it was a big boy to put a slice in the middle, ? mr. mike with the k!ller
don’t mess with the south, homie that’s a dream, hallucinating or imagining
we so xxl with the gats i mean, something ready to blow in the magazine
you know that them southern cash is mean, front dents smile for me when i stash my cream
pull up with the candy paint that’ll match my green, k!ller, pastor, they just ain’t imagining

[pastor troy]
y’all know me as pt, well uh huh and all of that
black on black with black tip, i can’t help but represent
i content i wanna know who the f-ck you take me for
studio rappers without your boy’s tape, drop my top and bust my ak
no more play in g-a, yeah that’s a cl-ssic
riding in the cl-ssic, totin’ me a plastic
send ’em to the casket, send ’em to the morgue
slap me a n-gga cause i’m m-th-f-ckin’ bored
chamillionaire, i kinda fond of my surroundings
get my desert eagle and get to m-th-f-ckin’ pounding
up and down the street, throwin’ heat out the driver seat
riding to the beat, tell them n-ggas adjust they feet

[chorus x2]

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