Chords for Quit Hatin' the South

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It's really [D] going down in [Gm] the side bitch. _
_ _ Yeah [Dm] nigga, _ we know hip hop and rapping and all that shit started in the motherfucking east.
_ _ _ [Bb] Know what I'm saying?
Then it went to [Gm] the west coast and they did it a little bit better.
Know what I'm saying?
_ But now it's [Dm] our time to shine down here nigga.
_ Know what I'm saying?
So since y'all niggas keep saying we ain't real hip hop down [Gm] here, we don't want to be
down with you bitch ass niggas.
So y'all stay up there with that bullshit.
_ This [Dm] country rap tunes down here nigga.
Young pimp, young gun, underground king.
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _
All the OG's that recognize me for real, I got love for y [C]'all.
Without you [Dm] bitch ass niggas talking down here and rappers, you could eat a dick.
Hold up.
Pussy cocaine, _ syrup [Gm] and power. _ _
Pop and weed pussy nigga. _ _
Steady staying on the [Dm] grind. _ _ _
Steady grind, stay in the studio nigga.
Pussy nigga can't say [D] he [Gm] ain't hating _ me.
I know you hate me bitch.
Hold up.
Cause if you did then you would [Dm] be lying. _
_ _ _ Hold up.
_ How in the hell I'm supposed to [Gm] respect a man?
_ _ _ I respect you.
That talk down on every [Dm] _ song. _
You talking down nigga.
You still acting like a bitch and steady grind.
[Gm] Yeah I'm fine.
_ I'm not crying bitch.
Say my name pussy nigga and put this [Dm] shit on. _ _
On.
_ _ _ _ Talking bout.
_ _ [Gm] Quit hating me son. _
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Baby.
You're [Dm] getting paid for the song.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Getting money.
_ [Gm] Quit hating me son.
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Baby.
_ [Dm] Quit hating me son.
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_ _ _ [Gm] Well it's been a long time my nigga.
I should've left you.
Without the real trio shit to go left you [Dm] got a lot of respect fool.
For the ones before me but with my time.
And they act like they ain't know me.
[Gm] I been down with rap music since cold crush and melee.
Before MTV.
Before DMC [D] on the telly.
[Dm] Back when Houdini tried to tell you about your [D] friends nigga.
I was giving rap all my time and my ends.
[Gm] Bought damn near every record that mother fucker dropped.
West coast gangsta music.
[Gm] East coast hip hop.
[Dm] Now it's our time to shine.
And the tables is turned.
And mother fuckers aggravated.
Cause we getting some bird.
[Gm] This don't go for everybody.
Just a few niggas swarming.
_ Probably cause they favorite rappers they need [D] control.
But [Dm] just let go of the past.
Cause it's hurting your hands.
And pass it over to the next generation of fans.
And [Gm] quit hating me son.
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_ Baby.
You're [Dm] getting paid for the song.
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Getting money.
_ [Gm] Quit hating me son.
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_ Baby.
[Dm] Quit hating me son.
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_ _ _ _ [Gm] I'm blasting off on you hoes like that.
So your [Bb] double standards and hypocrisy remind me of Max.
[Dm] We ain't good enough to eat at the table.
But when you did get hard.
You wanna run up in our bras.
I'm [Gm] from the ghetto. _
But I'm still cocking figures.
Bitch. _ _
_ Cocksucking nigga.
[Dm] And that goes for all you visitors too.
If you don't like it down here.
Get the fuck on through.
[Gm] They say we can't rap.
Any questioning our intellect.
Friendly ass nigga jumping bad on the [Dm] internet.
Anybody type it that much.
Can't deal danger.
Catch you in person.
Bitch I'll break your fingers.
[Gm] Instant crash in the south.
But I promise you.
From the east to the west.
Some of y'all garbage too.
[Dm] As long as the beat knocks and the lyrics hot son.
I can give a rat's ass where rap is from.
[Gm] I remember N.W.A. and P.E.
Had me feeling like a rapper was the thing to be.
You [Dm] can't fuck with Willie D.
You can't be the _ disrespecting.
[D]
Napoleon's motherfuckers.
Niggas [Gm] really getting inside.
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_ Niggas [Dm] really getting inside. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Niggas really getting inside.
Give my name to [Gm] all the radio, TV.
And even [Gm] the creditors.
Being hating on the cis-ide.
Like we ain't credit.
Y'all [Dm] think we came here to play.
Say man we came here to stay.
Y'all should've listened to Andre.
Bitch we got something to say.
And [Gm] all you one up rappers.
You ain't worth it so bye.
I see y'all trying to rap like us.
And putting ribs in your mouth.
Y'all [Dm] buying them people.
Like you buying from the truck.
But hoe we know what's going on.
And bitch that bullshit ain't working.
[Gm] I'm an OG rock star.
Write my name up on the wall.
Fuck your bitch and get to switching.
Put my dick up in her [Dm] jaw.
Sweet John fuck the clone.
Legend on the microphone.
Play a choice.
Look at voice.
Keep on getting this pussy [Gm] on.
I bunk the school that's how I do.
Sipping Drake [D] 15 like E-Benz.
Big blue lens.
Knock his bitch butt with a [Dm] friend.
Candy cart excuse mine.
Bought the ranch man fuck the house.
And y'all still gotta buy y'all dope.
And musta fuck [D] your bitch nigga.
Talking [Gm] bout.
Y _ _ 'all sensitive ass niggas.
Talking bout y'all niggas on [C] y'all period [Dm] up there bitch.
Talking bout y'all hiding behind them email addresses.
And that bullshit through the air.
_ [Gm] Bitch. _
Say my name bitch I'm gonna come to your hide. _ _ _
_ [Gm] Fuck how you [Dm] feel.
Country rap tunes nigga.
_ They put all y'all records on one side of the store.
And put all the [Gm] country rap music on the other side of the store.
And see who sell out first. _ _
Bitch ass nigga.
_ [Dm] _ _ _
I don't fuck with [C] shit ain't said.
[Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] Fuck _ _ you and your [C] pussy.
_ [Gm] _ _ _
_ Keep talking that shit.
Them young [Dm] gladiators gonna come get you too partner.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ Already.
[Dm] UGK for life.
Fuck how you feel about it bitch. _