Ladies and gentlemen from the Southern states of America,
we're gathered here today to bring you the beginning of a new
era.
And now the speaker of the South, Jay Prince.
Oh, yeah.
Rep a lot back in the house.
Once again,
with the drill is of the trio bumby,
the new president
of the South.
Yo, bum,
it's your time.
And we dedicate this one to all our brothers
and sisters who suffered at the hands of the
end.
It's been a long time coming,
but it finally came for Bun B to get his motherfucking shot
in the game.
I put my work in and the average trio nigga
kaput and I'm against the from my head to
my foot.
Black it is good.
I got the hood behind me.
The streets co-signed me headquartered in the ghetto.
They know where to find me.
The mission is laid out in the vision is clear.
From this moment,
I'm running south and everything down here.
They go for corners and cuts,
traps,
spots and blocks.
Whether it's rapping or work,
I got the * on lock.
I ain't quit on that back talking sneak dissing or plexing.
I'm going to tell you how I feel because I'm a goddamn Texan.
About time for me to start eliminating the
fraud because it's the White House of frauds.
Filled with nothing but broads.
We're going to run them hoes out and put some trio niggas in.
Because what happened in New Orleans should never happen again.
They've been sitting on their ass doing much about
nothing for too goddamn long and I'm tired of the front.
I'm an instigator change from the
motherfucking top because it's bullshit.
They pulling on my people got to stop.
So I'm here to make a stand and take up the slack dirty.
South rest easy.
I got your motherfucking back.
It's a new king on the throne and his crown is a hat.
They say free Pepsi.
Now what's * with that?
Hail to the chief.
Hail to the chief.
Hail to the chief.