You're Everything (Screwed)

Man, f'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, ****

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, ho!

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, Vogue tire swang and bang

Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin', mayne

White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)

That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)

The fifteens bam'n 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 (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!

F'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)

Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town

3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is

Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice

Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick

Honeycomb I call my crib, money long, that's on my kids

R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK, you can't fuck wit' that

**** 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, **** never know (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, missles 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 b-backin', pride split into fractions

I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin'

And y'all scared (Y'all scared)

Yeah (Yeah)

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)

Yeah, yeah

Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG

Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D

T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy

Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, 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-they call me Peeimp Tight! 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 grandmomma 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 ho; 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)