Ayy, my, ayy, my, ayy, my, ayy Say, my, ayy, my, say, my, ayyAyy, my, ayy, my, ayy, my, ayy Kid, kid, ki-kid, fo'Just speak Memphis, yeah I ain't in mind, you hear me, my nigga, what'sup with you?Better watch your, because your, can get the biggestCan get the pivots You around my way, he swear that he's somepimpin' And them young niggas too gangsta, but theygangstas, just, just sell them Church on every corner, but we still gon'do some sinnin' Yeah, we ain't hittin' no ***, but if youask somebody, she winnin' Winnin'Y'all get no money, too busy landin' up on these womenI'm on Memphis again, where I go, just so you know, man, I speakMemphis Don't play with it, don't play with it, don'tplay with it, we get ignorant Yeah, we the ones they talkin' bout whostandin' on the business Yeah, young niggas got them choppers longerthan your auntie titty If I'm lyin', then I'm flyin', right hand upmight not be witness Ha!Comin' down Winchester in the Stolo like it's rentedAin't stoppin' for ***, they get behind it, they be spendin'Crashin', then they dashin', now they bitchin', get the get inIt's so f***ed up where I'm from, but if you come enjoy my cityFrom playa fly to young Frank, South Memphis representin'Home down to Orange Mine, it's the home of Space Age KemperNorth Memphis got yo, I know my hood don't want me to mentionBut I do this from the south to the east, and all us, we speakMemphis Yeah, ain't in mine, you hear me, my niggasWhat's up with you?Better watch yo, because yo can get the businessHeavens go round my way, he swear that he's some pimpin'And them young niggas too gangsta, but the gangstas just, just send em'Church on every corner, but we still gon' do some sendin'Won't hit no ***, but if you ask a mind, she winnin'You don't get no money, too busy landin' up on these womenI'm a Memphis girl, I go just so you know, man, I speakJ-A-1-1-8, east out of Riverton where I stayWhen it comin' out hardHey, man, don't playThat junk so thick, come trucks all dayHear meThey say dude, we say junkThey say junk it, we say combThem niggas really gon' whoop that trickHey, shout out to God for the Al CaponeOh, look at them, they get the roast in youYou call it a joke, they on you, foolKnow what I mean, you know what I'm sayin', know what I meanGuess who walk with the jiggas so cleanMemphis in the summer, man, so hot we need a hundred thingsBeale Street to Tiger Lane, ran through a hundred banksFired up a blunt, I speak Memphis, that's a jointWood grain, everythingIn a fifth, it's smokin' rustG and Bond run the playThe city get the hateI speak Memphis, I speak MemphisI smell Kellogg's on earthways, you hear me?Memphis, yeah, I ain't in mindYou hear me, my nigga, what's up with you?Yeah, better watch your because your can get the biggestCan get the heaven, you around my wayHe swear that he's some pimpin' and them young niggas too gangsterBut the gangsters just, just sell themChurch on every corner, but we still gon' do some sinnin'Yeah, won't hit no ***, but if you ask me, yeah, yeah, yeahI got some money, she winnin'Y'all get no money, too busy land up on these womenI'm a Memphis girl, I go just so you know, man, I speak MemphisAyy, my, ayy, my, ayy, my, ayySay, my, ayy, my, say, my, ayyAyy, my, ayy, my, ayy, my, ayyCan't, can't, can't, can't *** through