Listen to Southern Hospitality (feat. Pharrell Williams) by Ludacris

Southern Hospitality (feat. Pharrell Williams)

Ludacris

Hip-Hop/Rap

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ludacris

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Pharrell Williams

Pharrell Williams

Songwriter

Christopher Bridges

Christopher Bridges

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Neptunes

Producer

Andrew Coleman

Recording Engineer

Glenn Schick

Mastering Engineer

Mike Wilson

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Cadillac grills, Cadillac mills

Check out the oil my Cadillac spills

Matter of fact, candy-paint Cadillacs kill

So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills

Twenty inch wide, twenty inches high

Ho, don't you like my twenty inch ride?

Twenty inch thighs make twenty inch eyes

Hoping for American twenty inch pies

Pretty ass clothes, pretty ass toes

Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes

Pretty ass, high class, anything goes

Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass bows

Long John drawers, long John stalls

Any stank puss make my long John pause

Women on they cell making long John calls

And if they like to juggle, get long John's balls

[Chorus]

All my players in the house that can buy the bar

And the balling ass **** with the candy cars

If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

All my women in the house, if you chasing cash

And you got some big titties with a matching ass

With your fly-ass boots or your open toes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

[Verse 2]

Dirty south mind blowing dirty south bread

Catfish fried up, dirty south fed

Sleep in a cot, picking dirty south bed

Dirty south girls give me dirty south head

Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down socks

Hand me down drug dealers, hand me down rocks

Hand me down a fifty pack Swisher sweets box

And goodfella rich ****'s hand me down stocks

Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold

Forty Glock cal keep your mouth on hold

Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold

And rip out your tongue 'cause of what your mouth told

Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea

Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D

And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree

And if you sweat in your sleep, then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

All my players in the house that can buy the bar

And the balling ass **** with the candy cars

If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

All my women in the house, if you chasing cash

And you got some big titties with a matching ass

With your fly ass boots or your open toes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

[Verse 3]

Hit by stars, hit by cars

Drunk off the liquor, getting hit by bars

Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far

Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars

Afro picks, Afro chicks

I let my soul glow from my Afro dick

Rabbit out the hat, pulling Afro tricks

Afro-American, Afro thick

Overall country, overall jeans

Overall Georgia, we overall clean

Southern hospitality or overall mean

Overall triple, overall beams

Thugged out **** wear thugged out chains

Thugged out blocks playing thugged out games

All black, tinted up thugged out Range

DTP stay doing thugged out things

[Chorus]

All my players in the house that can buy the bar

And the balling ass **** with the candy cars

If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

All my women in the house, if you chasing cash

And you got some big titties with a matching ass

With your fly ass boots or your open toes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

[Chorus]

All my players in the house that can buy the bar

And the balling ass **** with the candy cars

If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

All my women in the house if you chasing cash

And you got some big titties with a matching ass

With your fly ass boots or your open toes

When you get on the floor

****, throw them bows

[Outro]

****, throw them bows

****, throw them bows

****, throw them bows

****, throw them bows

Written by: Christopher Bridges, Pharrell Williams