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 dope-d-game

Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight

That's 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 nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers

Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck

Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up

When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal

Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals

Fuckin' 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 niggas know about the Dirty South

What you niggas 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 bitch 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 nigga, that money aint' 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 niggas know about the Dirty South

What you niggas 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 woodchips

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 growing, old school like Charles

Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park

Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes

Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit 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 niggas know about the Dirty South

What you niggas know about the Dirty South