Lyrics Southern Fried Intro - Ludacris
[Intro]
Hey,
yeah!
i
want
all
you
proud
sistas
to
stand
up
I
want
everybody
to
stand
up
and
be
counted
tonight
Brothers
and
sisters
if
you
know
you
got
your
thing
together
I
want
you
to
stand
on
up,
now
i
got
somethin'
to
tell
ya'
I
told
ya'
how
to
think
about
it,
now
i
want
to
tell
how
to
get
the
thing
together
So
come
on
now
and
get
up
to
it
yall
[Verse
1]
The
incredible,
untouchable
nigga
spittin'
venom
out
his
body
wit'
the
dopest
flows
And
wonder
why
the
line's
around
the
corner
Cuz
the
little
motherfucker
has
the
dopest
shows
So
one
time
for
my
independant
women
and
all
the
single
mothers
who
be
gettin'
that
cake
Two
times
for
my
dawgs
pullin'
triggers
And
my
niggaz
in
the
kitchen
that
be
flippin'
that
weight
East
coast,
west
coast,
midwest,
dirty
south
Then
we
took
it
all
around
the
world
I
got
fans
in
retirement
homes,
to
teenagers,
to
little
bitty
boys
ans
girls
Droppin'
lyrical
bombs
up
in
ya'
hood,
Non-stoppin',
i'ma
hit
'em
till
the
block
explode
Hip
hop,
r&b,
pop-tart,
what
you
want?
I
even
got
a
little
rock
'n'
roll
The
most
creative,
original,
got
'em
takin'
subliminal
*Boom
boom*
cuz
they
cant
get
what
i
gots
They
want
it
so
bad,
four
million
dollar
pad
And
enough
to
retire
off
two
albums,
gone,
wave
ya'
white
flags,
i'm
hot!
And
everytime
i
rhyme
i'm
puttin'
rappers
in
the
ground
Wit'
lines
that
got
'em
hooked
like
dope
They
gotta
make
up
they
mind,
because
they
runnin'
outta
time
And
i'm
about
to
make
'em
choke
Better
turn
your
stereo
louder,
listen
up
and
let
me
preach
Let's
get
arrested
for
disturbin'
the
peace!
(c'mon)
Man!
this
disturbin'
tha
peace
shit
gettin'
on
my
nerves
Boy
i
tell
you
the
truth,
know
what
i'm
sayin'?
While
he
doin'
shows,
i'm
in
these
skreets,
know
what
i'm
sayin'?
While
he
on
tv,
i'm
in
these
skreets
And
then
my
broad,
my
kid
walkin'
around
singin'
it
Boy,
if
they
sing
another
verse,
boy
i
swear
Know
what
i'm
sayin'?
i'm
on
another
level
though
I
gotta
car
wash,
i
gotta
shop
on
o'
national
I
got
my
own
record
label,
you
heard
of
us
The
posse
family
cartel,
you
know
what
i'm
sayin',
we
real
Who
this
nigga
thing
he
is?
[Verse
2]
I'ma
house
hold
name,
wit'
game
spittin'
outta
my
mouth
at
all
times
I
spit
it
out
and
about,
and
spit
outta
the
south,
until
they
recognize
the
danger
signs
So
feel
a
tingle
in
yo'
s-spine,
by
the
way
i
talk
And
it's
pimpin'
in
my
blood,
you
can
tell
by
the
way
i
walk
Ooh
lawd,
more
styles
than
a
barber
shop,
call
the
cops
People
in
the
way
wanna
baller
block
Little
do
they
know
that
i'm
callin'
shots
And
i'm
not
to
be
fucked
with
If
you
see
me
comin'
'round
the
corner,
then
duck
quick,
perpetrators
can
suck
dick
I
tried
to
tell
'em,
but
they
dont
wanna
listen
I
tried
to
shine
'em,
but
they
dont
wanna
glisten,
while
the
high
hat
keeps
on
tickin'
And
the
kick
drum
keep
on
pumpin',
i'm
dumpin'
on
the
closest
fools
Cuz
rules
were
made
to
be
broken,
but
you
cant
make
broken
rules
Hear
what
i'm
sayin'
or
heard
what
i
said
Hear
what
they
playin',
cuz
thru
this
music
i'ma
still
be
heard
if
i'm
dead
Call
ya'
producers,
cuz
i'm
hurtin'
these
beats
I
said
it
once,
i'll
say
it
twice,
biatch,
disturbin'
tha
peace
C'mon
Yeah,
folk
The
king
of
the
kings
has
spoken
Atl
shawty!
hood
to
hood,
block
to
block
We
bouta
let
our
nuts
hang!
Disturbin'
tha
peace!
We
dont
die,
we
multiply
We
makin
def
jam
history
Thanks
for
gettin'
the
cd
shawty!
1 We Got
2 Hoes In My Room
3 Hard Times
4 Eyebrows Down
5 P-Poppin’
6 P-Poppin'
7 Southern Fried Intro
8 Blow It Out
9 Splash Waterfalls
10 Screwed Up
11 Screwed Up
12 T Baggin ' Skit
13 Hip Hop Quotables
14 Black Man's Struggle Skit
15 Hoes In My Room
16 Teamwork
17 Interactive Skit
18 We Got
19 Eyebrows Down
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