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pop it and drop it
You know I love when you work that, you get dick
Get it crunk it's a kinky thing
Baby gul' let me see you fold up your legs like
the liquor
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture

Whatcha gone do when them niggas run up to you
Don't
Represent dat dirty south
4-star major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
a Sprite remix

Dipset, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jha Jha, Paul Wall
They call me Diddy, Harlem, stand up
Dirty South, stand up, Midwest, stand up
West Coast,
So check the internet for when I hit your local stages 

of the the dirty south pages under south coast phrases 



[Chorus to Fade]
come true

Like fuckin' on da back porch, gon' let it out
Or we can fuck in Time Square, I make you scream Dirty South
Damn I ain't tryna run game,
was in for
(Caught me by surprise)
Hit me like an eight-oh-eight from the dirty South

And now all I have
Is an empty flask
'Cause I'm still
Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin'
let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, buttering butter butter bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah I'm doing 'em dirty
Fists start pumping when I'm
my chrome hit the light
X-ray vision, when I size niggas up
See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what
two four, three sixty five, hugging
know done been in the guts 
But when it came to me, she wanted to front 
Said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk 
She probably woulda kept
of mouth 
My b****es bang head like the dirty south n**** bounce
row my n****z ride my b****es if you ain't heard n**** ride out wit us
Where the f*** all
of the light 
Weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour
Where the them hoers at get your
We gotta get it, baby.
What they see outside?
(Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big)
Hey, Pacman.
What up?
When we in the South
like a fork when inside you
You mad, cause ya bitch like us
And all of my records get thumbs up, like I'm ridin' by hitchikers
Stumblin' out the g4,
J-DAMS, bring mayhem
Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, frontin' snobby

Heat
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
We gotta get it, baby.
What they see outside?
(Yeah, I'm comin' in, got my rims sittin' real big)
Hey, Pacman.
What up?
When we in the South
bounce


Now if you feel what I'm saying
c'mon bounce to this 
All my dirty south boys
c'mon bounce to this
PP Indefinite will make you bounce
It's two a.m. in the morning and it's uhh
Light showers and you're probably hookin' up with that girl
That's been, two-wayin you all week
Her baby
dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - 
magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
I just don't pay
know what I mean
Butter bean Badda Badda Bing
Trashy white pass the mic, yeah I’m doin’m dirty
Fists start pumpin’ when I’m in the lights, like I’m

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