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Dirty South

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  • One to da two da three da four
    Dem dirty red dogs done hit the door
    And they got everybody on they hands and knees
    And they ain't gonna leave until' they find them keys
    Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
    Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
    And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
    Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
    See martail homes, that's my claim to fame
    That's where I learned my slickest trick in the ****-d-game
    Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
    When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white
    Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
    That ****** B.I.G. will make ya'll ******s believers
    Sippin' on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as ******
    Callin' them hoes ******es and smokin' my ****** up
    When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
    Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
    ******' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
    Kickin' that same southern slang, lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe
    See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
    Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    See never did I thank when I got grown
    That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
    See life's a ****** then you figure out
    Why you really got dropped in the dirty south?
    See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
    You was bought, you was sold
    Now they sayin' juice left some heads cracked
    I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
    See east point Atlanta threw this road block
    Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
    So the big time players off John Freeman way
    Had to find themselves another back street to take
    'Cause back in the day we was outta control
    We didn't understand, "Naw ******, that money ain't yours"
    That's when me and big state took an oath and sweared
    Never would we talk, never would we tell
    So when they pulled up bumpin', "Rock the bells"
    We took what we want and left them quiet as hell
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    Now that cobras got tha boys on delowe on they back
    Gipp Holler at Miss Ann she said, "They didn't get the trap"
    Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
    Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those wood chips
    A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
    Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
    Been on tha grind with cool breeze, droppin' pounds with B
    Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century
    Mack town keeps growin', old school like Charles
    Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont park
    Perry homes to Herndon homes, to all tha homes
    Adams ville to pool creek, *******t just don't sleep in tha dirty south
    One to da two da three da four
    Dem dirty red dogs done hit the door
    And they got everybody on they hands and knees
    And they ain't gonna leave until' they find them keys
    See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
    Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    Hey hey
    The dirty south
  • One to da two da three da four
    Dem dirty red dogs done hit the door
    And they got everybody on they hands and knees
    And they ain't gonna leave until' they find them keys
    Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
    Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
    And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
    Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
    See martail homes, that's my claim to fame
    That's where I learned my slickest trick in the ****-d-game
    Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
    When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white
    Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
    That ****** B.I.G. will make ya'll ******s believers
    Sippin' on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as ******
    Callin' them hoes ******es and smokin' my ****** up
    When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
    Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
    ******' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
    Kickin' that same southern slang, lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe
    See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
    Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    See never did I thank when I got grown
    That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
    See life's a ****** then you figure out
    Why you really got dropped in the dirty south?
    See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
    You was bought, you was sold
    Now they sayin' juice left some heads cracked
    I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
    See east point Atlanta threw this road block
    Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
    So the big time players off John Freeman way
    Had to find themselves another back street to take
    'Cause back in the day we was outta control
    We didn't understand, "Naw ******, that money ain't yours"
    That's when me and big state took an oath and sweared
    Never would we talk, never would we tell
    So when they pulled up bumpin', "Rock the bells"
    We took what we want and left them quiet as hell
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    Now that cobras got tha boys on delowe on they back
    Gipp Holler at Miss Ann she said, "They didn't get the trap"
    Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
    Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those wood chips
    A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
    Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
    Been on tha grind with cool breeze, droppin' pounds with B
    Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century
    Mack town keeps growin', old school like Charles
    Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont park
    Perry homes to Herndon homes, to all tha homes
    Adams ville to pool creek, *******t just don't sleep in tha dirty south
    One to da two da three da four
    Dem dirty red dogs done hit the door
    And they got everybody on they hands and knees
    And they ain't gonna leave until' they find them keys
    See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
    Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    What you ******s know about the dirty south?
    Hey hey
    The dirty south