Lil Keke: Where da south at

[Hook - 2x]So put your money, where your mouth atIf it's cheddar and chips, then we about thatFraud off in the game, baby I doubt thatThere go the East and the West, (now where the South at nigga)[Lil' Keke]I wear platinum on the chest, cause I just can't restC.M.G. and BBS, nationwide successC-Note the big shot, and Lil' Keke the DonWe been Houston trend setting, baby since day oneStart over and do it again, it don't matter to meRest in peace to DJ Screw, from the S.U.CIt's the year 2-1, we still don't bar noneFade 'em all when we ball, keep the game on the runWe put the lick down, multiplied the endsThen put the split down, Southsi' for li'[C-Note]We from the Southside nigga, we posted at the barMe and Ke' the 'gar, we be shining like a starThem deuces on the car, cold drank mixed with barBoys recognize who we are, cause we coming with that hardI wonder which ride, we gon flip this year2002 Escalade, yes we skipped the yearAbout to jump through the Kappa, the young pro rapperThree or four girls in my car, a true mackerThe young paper stacker, equipped with gameNigga welcome to the section, where we hog the lane[Hook - 2x][Lil' Keke]So put your money, where your mouth atCollecting chips and buying new whips, yeah I'm about thatThis is hardcore, thug lifeTattoos and paying dues, and getting feddy every nightHoes sweating me, niggaz betting meThat the laws behind my Lam', think they could catch meI think not, I'ma mash to the spotTurning corners hitting blocks, got the sturning wheel hotAlright catch a flight, hot-lanta next nightLooking for some fire green, the price is rightCome on they say the South, bout to fall offIt's the fourth quarter nigga, but the game ain't called offWe ain't stopping, till the tapes is hauled offEven if it take the glock nine, and the sawed offFor real, it ain't no telling where the South atQuit bumping your gums, and put your money your mouth at[Hook][C-Note]I guess we blowed up, like you thought we wasn'tSee the double R, rap star on buttonsShining kinda dim, northstar like nothingAnd I'm stomping on the snitches, that be hating and frontingFrom the Clover to the Wood, nigga it's all goodAt the dome out in Miami Florida, it's all hoodRecognize homeboy, we be South for lifeAnd my boys'll get more, from lifting so much iceHome of the piece and chain, diamond teeth and thangsHome of the pinky rings, and the raw cocaineThese niggaz swanging elbows, and acting all wildWhile I'm trying to win a Grammy, like I'm Destiny's ChildSmoking black and mild, and getting crunk on stageFuck in the after Source, nigga we front pageSee me backstage, strapped with a gaugeTaking rap to a whole 'nother phaze, dog I'm any ways[Hook - 2x]