Lyrics:
out the house
Boy dont want static got Ks in the couch
Boy dont want static im from dirty south
Rest In Peace to Dolph yea i been on my paper route
king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
they go
Round and round they go
Rather be trappin' up out of the bowl
Then to get down with a ho
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
forty cals
At the dice game with brand
New hundreds forty thou'
Stay fly work out, all we eat is Halal
You'll never catch 'em dirty cause all
They keep is
fronter
Capital D to the OGG
Capital HOUSE in ya mouth
Oh bitch, if ya didn't know
Long Beach City dirty like the south
Wit Suga Free in, I'm in
of Greatest is to be earned, not to be claimed profusely
These days folks use the term GOAT too loosely , SOUTH
Uh, Welcome to my side of the map , the dirty
Naw, shoot you through yo curvature (Doo, doo, doo)
Killed my childhood bully in the middle of the street
Hid his body in a alley, yeah, I dragged him by
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
Drone,
Rasuu, Gotti, Nina Ross, Skails; Seven,
Seven, Seven. (Outta my mind,
outta my mind, outta my mind and outta my brains,
brains) the pain is,
left hand
On the Bible
Yea they tried to book me
Tried to book monk
Hol on hol on let me pop this bitch real quick
Yo I'm impressed
By all the fucking
Don’t need no body else
A million people on this earth
Feel like we by ourselves
The way I got you smiling shawty
Know I’m good for yo health
Lately you
me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way
you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth
That will burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
play the back and let your money grow,
Most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
South side Jamaica nigga yeah that's where I come from,
Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like
goddess
She thick and petite
Fly her out
We gone vibe on the beach
Stepped in her element
Closed down South Beach
Freeze the water
When my ice in the sea
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
says, Hence as I represent those from muh dirty south manor
Dirty south swagger dirty south grammar
Dirty mouths'll get punished hammers will blam blam ya
the L the G are A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her
by you bitches like pelicans
Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan
Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there
foo's can't stop the real deal
An when you see the tank, fool you better guard yo' grill
'cause No Limit in this to win this
An got a million soldiers
.jpg/300px-Dirty_South_(DJ).jpg "Dirty South")
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