Look this is the world's debut of these damn fools   Stak and Blac, tic for tac, breakin' all racial rules   And ain't too much, wrong with that 'cuz if it is, gone speak the truth   Please don't tell 'em wrong 'cuz if you do, then you know you through   Bitches I'ma grown ass man makin' grown man moves   Don't get it wrong, damn fools, Stak hard on ya too   We ain't gone play with this shit, same label and shit   Like brothers, different mothers, but we twins in this shit      Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back   (White-black)   And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that   Shit we might just fight cats, beat you to the fact, Jack   Provokin' you for callin' the authorities   (Take that)   Me, I ain't facin' that blood on the baseball bat   Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak   G'wan wit'cha bad self put that South all in they mouth   Tell them through the East of Tennessee before we work it out      What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   South, yeah Parkway      TaylorMade, see they be too deep in the place to be   Chiefin' trees, drinkin' crown, actin' bad, talkin' loud   Push and shove through the crowd talkin' shit, so what's up now?   They don't want it, no, they don't want it   I know alot of y'all wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?   They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude   If you don't love me, mane fuck you   Comin' like a train, boy, it's not a game      What's my name name name? Big Stak Mac   Where I'm from from from? The terrible T   What I claim claim claim? C.W.B.   So all that bullshit you talkin' don't mean nothin' to me   G.B. and me fall up in the new daisies   Security trippin', say my crew is actin' too crazy   Some call me the coldest cracker and I just may be   I'm like Jigga down here, call me big Hay-Z      What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   South, yeah Parkway      So if you wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks   Collard green dreams, eat it up, 'cuz we got some more   Put some dirty South, real deep until you leakin' grease   Boy poppin' it, bustin' loose, tryin' to get to me   Barbecues, hoes, rims, paint, braids, fades, boy   Hay in the barn everyday in the South boy   Counter that, runnin'? I'll be damned if I'ma run trick   Down fifty-one from the law, 'til I'm free bitch      Corn on the cob, ribs on the grill, potato salad   Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater have it   Constantly seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood   Kept it real with my people like I always said I would   Dirty white boy caught up in the mix   Tryin' to separate the real from the counterfeit tricks   Counterfeit cliques go platinum, on the real cats starve   But that's how the industry is, how the music people are      A celebrity I'll never be   I'm just a representative of my community   In Tennessee we don't fuck around, buckle down   Hold down this Southern town   From H-town to Funkytown, world renowned   We puttin' the      What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   What   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth   Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth