Goodie Mob - Dirty South Lyrics
One to da two da three da fourDem dirty red dogs done hit the doorAnd they got everybody on they hands and kneesAnd they aint gonna leave until they find them keysNow if dirty bill clinton fronted me some weightTold me to keep two, bring him back eightAnd I only brought him five and stuck his ass for threeDo you think that clampett will sick his goons on me?See martail homes, thats my claim to fameThats where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-gameLike my favorite, I call it lemon head delightThats when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the whiteRight, well if pimpin be a sport I be bein the wide receiverThat nigga b-i-g will make yall niggas believersSippin on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as *****Callin them hoes *****es, and smokin my weed upWhen Im too sober, year older, now Im almost legalWanted to live the life of cadillacs, impalas and regals*****in around wit hoes, bustin nuts in they mouthsKickin that same southern slangLookin for love off in yo jaw hoe!See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calmCigarettes give you cancer, woo woos make you numbWhat you niggas know about the dirty southWhat you niggas know about the dirty southSee never did I thank when I got grownThat some pee wee sacks had been done took dis townSee lifes a ***** then you figure outWhy you really got dropped in the dirty southSee in the 3rd grade this is what you toldYou was bought, you was soldNow they sayin juice left some heads crackedI betcha jedd clampett want his money backSee east point atlanta threw this road blockTalkin bout all this blow traffic got to stopSo the big time players off john freeman wayHad to find themselves another back street to takeCause back in the day we was outta controlWe didnt understand, naw nigga, that money aint yoursThats when me and big state took an oath and swearedNever would we talk, never would we tellSo when they pulled up bumpin rock the bellsWe took what we want and left them quiet as hellWhat you niggas know about the dirty southWhat you niggas know about the dirty southNow that cobras got tha boys on delowe on they backGipp holler at miss ann she said they didnt get the trapBehind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tintDealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchipsA lot of faces aint around, a lot of folks got shotScatta mack droppin gs while that cristal popBeen on tha grind with cool breeze, droppin pounds with b.Eric neat is tha coolest from my centuryMack town keeps growing, old school like charlesStankin like dem lincolns in piedmont parkPerry homes to herndon homes, to all tha homesAdamsville to pool creek, shit just dont sleep in tha dirty southOne to da two da three da fourDem dirty red dogs done hit the doorAnd they got everybody on they hands and kneesAnd they aint gonna leave until they find them keysSee powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calmCigarettes give you cancer, woo woos make you numbWhat you niggas know about the dirty southWhat you niggas know about the dirty south
