Lirik Lagu Dirty South - Goodie Mob
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One to da two da three da fourDem dirty Red Dogs done hit the doorAnd they got everybody on they hands and kneesAnd they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys
Now 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, that's my claim to fameThat's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-gameLike my favorite, I call it lemon head delightThat'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 receiverThat nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believersSippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuckCallin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed upWhen I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legalWanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and RegalsFuckin' 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 woo's make you numbWhat you niggas know about the Dirty SouthWhat you niggas know about the Dirty South
See never did I thank when I got grownThat some pee wee sacks had been done took dis townSee life's a bitch 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 didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"That's when me and Big State took an oath and swearedNever would we talk, never would we tellSo 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 SouthWhat you niggas know about the Dirty South
Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they backGipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trapBehind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tintDealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchipsA lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shotScatta Mack droppin' G's 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 don't sleep in tha Dirty South
One to da two da three da fourDem dirty Red Dogs done hit the doorAnd they got everybody on they hands and kneesAnd they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys
See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calmCigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numbWhat you niggas know about the Dirty SouthWhat you niggas know about the Dirty South
Now 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, that's my claim to fameThat's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-gameLike my favorite, I call it lemon head delightThat'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 receiverThat nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believersSippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuckCallin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed upWhen I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legalWanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and RegalsFuckin' 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 woo's make you numbWhat you niggas know about the Dirty SouthWhat you niggas know about the Dirty South
See never did I thank when I got grownThat some pee wee sacks had been done took dis townSee life's a bitch 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 didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"That's when me and Big State took an oath and swearedNever would we talk, never would we tellSo 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 SouthWhat you niggas know about the Dirty South
Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they backGipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trapBehind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tintDealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchipsA lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shotScatta Mack droppin' G's 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 don't sleep in tha Dirty South
One to da two da three da fourDem dirty Red Dogs done hit the doorAnd they got everybody on they hands and kneesAnd they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys
See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calmCigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numbWhat you niggas know about the Dirty SouthWhat you niggas know about the Dirty South
