Red Dog
by Goodie Mob

one to the two to three to four
them dirty red dogs done hit the door
and they got everybody on they hands and knees
and they aint gon leave until they find them ki's

man dirty bill clinton fronted me some weight
told me keep two
bring him back eight
and i only brought him five
stuck his ass for three
do you think that clamplett a sick his goons on me
see martell homes thats my claim to fame
thats where i learned my slickest tricks in the dope'd game
like my favorite
i call it lemon head delight
when you lick off all the yellow then you sell that white

well if pimpin be a sport then i would be a wide reciever
that nigga be b-i-g
yall niggas cannot believe us
sippin on cuervo gold bustin nuts in they mouth
kickin that same southern slang
lookin for love off in your jaw ho'

see powder get you hyper
reefer makes you calm
cigarettes give you cancer
woo woos make you dumb

what yall niggas know bout the dirty south
what you niggas know about the dirty south

betta run cuz them cobras got delowse on they backs
gip holla'd at ms. angie said it didnt get trapped
behind them black, behind them green, behind them red tints
dealers breakin off them crumbs for them wood chips
alot of faces aint around alot of folks got shot scatta mack droppin cheese
when that cristal pop
been on the ground wit cool breeze droppin pounds wit b
every meal is the coolest from my century
mack town keeps growin old school like charles
stankin like them linclons in peidmont park
perry homes to herndon homes to all the homes
adamsville to blue creek shit just dont sleep in the dity south

one to the two to three to four
them dirty red dogs done hit the door
and they got everybody on they hands and knees
and they aint gon leave till they find them ki's
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