Yes Sir

Yeah (Yeah)

It's Short Dawg

Ay, Toomp you on fire nigga

Ya balzin' boy

H-town where you at?

Dirty South stand up

And if you rep ya city

Gon' put ya hands up(nigga)

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 niggas 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 'Damn, 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 niggas 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!

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 niggas 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 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

Niggas'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 niggas 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 niggas 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)