Lyrics:
If I were a betting man
I'd say she's headed south by now
Didn't even look twice when her white car passed my house
She said she's all done with
Me
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
through Jerz emerge and serve you don`t deserve to pull,
Another breath of oxygen,
Has is known for oxin` `em
cool Kas` chrome be droppin` `em,
Killa
I like bad bitches
I'm talkin' bad bitches
So let me start out by setting the record straight
These muddy waters came from gettin' your girl wet
in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful
Malcolm X flow
By any means necessary
Undertaker style
Whos the next to bury
Lame mc's rip in the cemetary
Audio coke
Moving snow like vinatieri
Laid back
with me.
I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig.
Got raped in the showers by Mr Big.
Now my life's nearly over, it's been a pain.
And my eyes are getting
B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba,
L-A to V-A and even Vancouver.
Hey yo, I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E, last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z,
And I'm still Dirty Jerz
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
And no-one saw the carny go
The weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
and the Dirty South
Khaki's and them Tim's and them
With the platinum mouths
Thinkin' that they blessed by the
Actions that be comin' out
When you in Magic City
fryin'
The family's behind you if you're worthy
Philosophies developed deep in the back streets of dirty Jersey
Troops with scully hats and Timberland
And no-one saw the carny go
The weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
all to y'all)
Dirty South I wanna thank you (for sure, oh)
Midwest, stay up 'cause I just wanna thank all y'all (stay up, keep y'all head up)
I
Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka
Man, I'm Carolina, stand on me
Straddle the boy i look hard up at my son
And the south at my daughter
Sink into my
South side, west side, east side, north side,
on them wires, on the blades
Everybody smokin' haze
Cadillac, Chevy, Escalade, and them Hummer trucks
noise dirty
Ya catch me survin
Watchin TV's in tha Seberban
It's real great, drinkin cristal by tha case
Etin steaks, scorin keys, and sells is great
I'm
nowhere to go
Poisoned by the callow minds
Left with nothing to show
Divided by religion
Divided by faith
Divided by politics
Divided in every way
the floaters on sappy helium
A happy medium for a nappy premium
This ain't that East Coast, or that West Coast
Not that Dirty South, this is word of mouth
I
throw down
Doin' it southern style
That's the only way we know how
Down in the dirty south
Everyone's turnin out
We turned the whole town out
That ain't
the Dirty South representer
Who next to be i'm from the H
Where these niggas'll hide ya
Under the streets i remember coming up
From on the corner with thugs
all to y'all)
Dirty South I wanna thank you (for sure, oh)
Midwest, stay up 'cause I just wanna thank all y'all (stay up, keep y'all head up)
I
it up (yea)
First place, never runner up
From the dirty south but, we comin' up (yea)
Dead stock, boy, I'm one of one
Gettin' to the bag, I'ma fuck it
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