Short Dawg Yes Sir Lyrics

Yeah (Yeah)
It's Short Dawg
Ay, Toomp you on fire n____
Ya balzin' boy
H-town where you at?
Dirty South stand up
And if you rep ya city
Gon' put ya hands up(n____)
ATL where you at?

Verse 1
See I'm a Southside soulja boy
I thought I told ya boy
Drop fast when the glock flash like a poloroid
Cuz down here we muggin to get ya chest tickin'
When the Tec's spittin'
Throw bullets like left whips
A hole the size of a disk is what ya left with
It's either that, or we stompin' ya out
Better beware when you come to the south
And run into n____s with some dreads in his hair
Or gold fronts in his mouth (It's gangstas)
We hit the club, crunk
Holla where the hoes at
Eyes low from the cup of mud and the dro sacks
The Boy Short be the young Third Coast cat
Flyer than the comet wit a pocket full of dough stacks
These hoes love me cuz I'm so real
Rock a gold grill, weed got us stankin like road kill
And my flow feel somethin' like a cold chill
Got 'em like 'd___, you from the south?'
I tell 'em "Sho' is!"

Hook
Now do you respresent the south, yes sir (yes sir)
It's H-town in the house, for sure (for sure)
This for my n____s who be hittin that herb (that herb)
And all the bawlas who be sippin that syrup (that syrup)
Now do you respresent the south, yes sir (yes sir)
It's H-town in the house, for sure (for sure)
This for my hustlas who be flippin them birds (them birds)
Go to clubs and be tippin' them girls (them girls)

Verse 2
Now you can catch me on the block in the 'lac
With the trunk cracked
Leanin like a pork bite high off of contact
Plus I'm rollin' slow cuz my potnas smokin dro
Cigar longer than the the nose on Pinocchio
The Boy Short got the dopest flow
That's why you hear my name rang from H-town to Tokyo
They even know who my DJ is
Cuz In the booth I act bad like Pre-K kids
Alot of labels tryin' to sign me, tell 'em keep they biz
Cuz Short Dawg's like Barry Bonds, he make hits
I'm out the park wit it, and you can tell by the Coupe deville (that what?)
The boy do more cuttin' than the Superfriends
I get 'em in groups of ten, 'specially when I cruise the Benz
If you can't see that I'm shinin' you need a newer lense
And I don't aim to please
I'm the best thing that happened in the South
Since the slaves was freed, please!

Verse 3
I head to Tennessee where Young Buck get 'em ten-a-ki
It's big pimpin' out there in Memphis
The girls booties fanasana up in Alabama
Like Jay said, she couldn't hide it if she wear pajamas
Everything is great in the Sunshine State
The mixed chicks in Miami make me pump my brakes
Wait, you know I keep the club crunk when they play the anthem
I'm south Cakilackin' to the home of David Banner
n____s'll try you when you in the city of the Bayou
'less you holdin down like I do
I make it hot in the ATL
Where it's mo' women than n____s and they gave me hell
Then it's home to the big TX
I'm from the H but out in Dallas still I get respect
I'm reppin' for the dirty, it's my set
No disrespect to New York, New York

Hook
Now do you respresent the south, yes sir (yes sir)
It's H-town in the house, for sure (for sure)
This for my n____s who be hittin that herb (that herb)
And all the bawlas who be sippin that syrup (that syrup)
Now do you respresent the south, yes sir (yes sir)
Is H-town in the house, for sure (for sure)
This for my hustlas who be flippin them birds (them birds)
Go to clubs and be tippin' them girls (them girls)