text: If you rowdy, say you rowdy 
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy 
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy , say you rowdy 
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy , say you rowdy 
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  Catfish Billy
  Comin straight out of Alabama
  Yeah, that side of town with the bootleggin to minors, hammers
  Flip flop on the paint job like your mamas sandals
  Prepared, got my clique, homie, Im cockin hammers
  You pop out my lane, doggie, I drive a van and slam into your Phantom
  Take a can of paint and vandalize your camper
  L-A-M to the E, fuck the police
  Bangin inside the Chevy Caprice
  N.W.A, Im from the trap
  Not from a little house on the prairie, yeah
  Mama used to whoop that backside, I took that Bible belt
  Ever since then, its been, Yes maam, and, Mama, how can I help?
  Take a bucket to the well
  Bringin water to the house
  Get your ass off of the couch
  Bitch, I grew up in the South
  PBJ and paper towels
  Mama never did get child support for the boy, but I was never let down
  She was choppin up the pounds, so I learned how to double up on an ounce
  Fuckin kids these days 
  Yall got some lip these days 
  Poppin Xannies and rappin, go to your crib and play 
  Put that back in your fanny pack, we dont pistol wave 
  So dont get mad if you get hit when that shit ricochets
  No need to be macho , I put on a rock show 
  You may see some albino gorillas from the Congo 
  You may see some black folks from the projects flexin all gold 
  Disrespect the culture, motherfucker, then we all go
  Jump in that Slumerican moshpit and bury that nonsense
  Take a shot of Creek Water and get with the chaotic order of my clique
  Whether Im droppin a pop hit or mobbin with Three Six
  I got my city on my back, a crown for a hat
  Im a king where I sit, Im bout it
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy , say you rowdy 
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy , say you rowdy 
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  I bought a 53 Pontiac and then I got a guitar to match it
  Everythin manual except for the semi-automatic, hah
  Pull up in traffic, my passengers look like a beauty pageant
  Pupils is bigger than tennis rackets
  Went from Oodles of Noodles to Cobb salads
  Now Im mob status, uh
  Fuck fame, what you sayin? These aint games
  Dont be playin with my motherfuckin name, ho
  Top Gun, never run
  Bitch, Im maverick on the bike, magic with the pipe
  Fuck her, make her cum 
  She want a star 
  Im a rock and roller but my jewelry alone is a supernova
  Got these glasses on me like Im in the solar
  Aint nobody colder, call that bipolar
  Tell them, Bye, bitches, I aint Casanova
  Im a rollin stone, gotta meet a quota
  Drank the bar until all that they had was soda
  Bout it, bout it like Im from the Nolia
  Im a motherfuckin soldier 
  Always rollin up the doja 
  Maintain composure 
  Nickname King Cobra 
  Came from workin at the store but 
  These brown bags not Krogers 
  The green leaves not clovers 
  Lucky Charms with the Folgers
  Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
  Ridin by the lake, double Xs on my license plate
   big bass, so they know Im in the place
  So if they wanna hate, say it to my face then
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy, say you rowdy
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy , say you rowdy 
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
  If you rowdy , say you rowdy 
  Im from a city that is rowdy, rowdy