Juicy J – Southern Hospitality (Lyrics & Video)

Southern Hospitality – Juicy J Lyrics

Ni— niggas should be crowning me

All this new shit sound like me

All this game I gave for free

Southern hospitality

All my diamonds water

All this drip I got on drowning me

Niggas wanna see me fall

Thought you would be proud of me

Ni— niggas should be crowning me

All this new shit sound like me

All this game I gave for free

Southern hospitality

All my diamonds water

All this drip I got on drowning me

Niggas wanna see me fall

Thought you would be proud of me

Yeah, I'm like a calculator, all my dogs know they can count on me

Nigga tried to play me, that Draco gon' leave him counting sheep

Smell my 'za from down the street, Phantom came with Nasa seats

Hotbox in the foreign, ain't no astronaut as high as me

I'm 'bout to write anothеr book, nigga, take a good look, I'ma show you how to grind like me

Camе a long way from the trap, nigga, tryna pull me back like a motherfuckin' time machine

Bring a pretty bitch to the finer things

Cuban links and diamond rings

I'm about to get in my zone, take a seat on my throne

Motherfucker, come crown the king

Niggas should be crowning me

All this new shit sound like me

All this game I gave for free

Southern hospitality

All my diamonds water

All this drip I got on drowning me

Niggas wanna see me fall

Thought you would be proud of me

Ni— niggas should be crowning me

All this new shit sound like me

All this game I gave for free

Southern hospitality

All my diamonds water

All this drip I got on drowning me

Niggas wanna see me fall

Thought you would be proud of me (Patta)

Sauce dripper, cheese flipper, never trip-a

I always stayed on the grind, foreign whipper

Sack gripper, in these raps, I paint a picture

Country rap, toons 'bout goons, bustin' a trigger

Figure, I'ma speak the truth, I'ma talk the real

Lot of cappin' in this rappin', y'all gon' fake the deal

Talkin' 'bout you in a mob, talkin' 'bout you rob

Yeah, you do a lot of talkin', probably to a cop

Salute everybody, mane, who got the bread

You can't make it if you scared, Pat, what you said?

When I was at my lowest, mane, they was downin' me

Most sample artists in this game should be crowning me

Niggas should be crowning me

All this new shit sound like me

All this game I gave for free

Southern hospitality

All my diamonds water

All this drip I got on drowning me

Niggas wanna see me fall

Thought you would be proud of me

Niggas should be crowning me

This— this— this goes out—

This— this— this goes out to all you suckers, player-hatin' motherfuckers

Jealously is in you busters, ho, you know I'm really bumpin'

Triple Six is blastin' bitches, robbin' riches, that's the scoop

Player-hatin' mothafucker hate the shit by Gangsta Boo

Nigga, just remember all the killas just ain't in your hood

Triple Six is all around your ass now, ho, I wish you would

Test this fuckin' player, player haters better listen close

Now go run for help, my .32 will bring you to the floor (Floor)