Dirty South (feat. Big Boi)

One to the two the three the four

Them dirty red dogs done hit the door

And they got everybody on they hands and knees

And they ain't gon' 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 Martel 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 Lemonhead delight

It's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well, if pimping be a sport, see I be being that wide receiver

That ****, the B I G will make y'all **** believers

Sipping on Cuervo Gold off in the club, drunk as fuck

Calling them hoes bitches and smoking 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

Fucking around with hoes, busting nuts in they mouths

Kicking that same southern slang

Looking for love off in your jaw, ho

See powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm

Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dumb

What you **** know about the Dirty South?

What you **** know about the Dirty South?

See, never did I thank when I got grown

That's some peewee sacks had been done took this town

See, life's a bitch, then you figure out

Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South?

See, in the third grade this is what you told

You was bought, you was sold

Now they saying Juice left some heads cracked

I betcha Jed Clampett want his money back

See, East Point, Atlanta, threw this road block

Talking '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 out of control

We didn't understand, naw ****, that money ain't yours

That's when me and Big Slate took an oath and sweared

Never would we talk, never would we tell

So when they pulled up bumping, Rock The Bells

We took what we want and left 'em quiet as hell

What you **** know about the Dirty South?

What you **** know about the Dirty South?

Now that cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back

Gipp hollered at Miss Ann, she said, they didn't get the trap

Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint

Dealers breaking off that blow up for them wood chips

A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot

Scatta Mack dropping G's while that Cristal pop

Been on the grind with Cool Breeze

Dropping pounds with B

Eric Neat is the coolest from my century

Mack town keeps growing old school like Charles

Stanking like them Lincoln's in Piedmont Park

Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all the homes

Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in the Dirty South

One to the two the three the four

Them dirty red dogs done hit the door

And they got everybody on they hands and knees

And they ain't gon' leave until they find them keys

See powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm

Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dumb

What you **** know about the Dirty South?

What you **** know about the Dirty South?

Yeah, yeah

The Dirty South