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)