Man, fo' real I love bein' from the Dirty South, mayne It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today, mayne Lot of people got opinions and issues and problems with What they see comin' from the South And who doin' what in the South, mayne But I'ma tell you like this, fuck you dawg, this the South nigga We gon' be here, we been here and ain't goin' no motherfuckin' where Take it how you like it, hate it or love it, hoe It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin', mayne White T's, fitted hats, Jordans on the dickies That swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky The fifteens bamin' and the bass kick-kickin' Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's, tippin' We ain't trippin' just flippin', these haters dip when they see us 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin', mayne It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it, mayne, fo' real You're everything I knew, oh, yeah Do what you want me to, I will do anything Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick Honeycomb, I call my crib, money long that's on my kids I rock P to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck with that Niggas fake, they hate candy paint And all the paper that your partner make Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they 'gator made Friend or foe, niggas never know, never know when you fin' to blow Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup Fingers blistered twisted swishers, Pimp died and it hurt But I handle my issue, I got several pistols That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone With no label backin', pride split into fractions I hit the ocean on piggy bustin' back at the crackin', y'all afraid You're everything I knew, oh yeah Do what you want me to, I will do anything Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8ball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, So So Def, Jermaine Dupri J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall We all different but we all rep the same thang God first, family then money in the South, mayne They call me Pimp Tyte, MJG The Dirty South is everything I want Everything I need, everything I'm longin' for When I'm outta town, gotta get home, just for Everything that I been raised to love The wisdom my grand momma gave to us Racial profilin', police harassment, regular days to us You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo' You say whore, we say hoe, you want more but we want mo' What else is there left for me to do? This the dedication from me to you The South, I know you gonna see me through So until I die I wanna be wit'chu, you're everything You're everything I knew, oh, yeah Do what you want me to, I will do anything Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry © N/A Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com