Lyrics:
the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggas still think we soft (know they do)
And I swore, I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this
But now
south, down I85, we rollin' and
We on the lookout for them boys patrollin'
'Woofers jumpin' from the sound that's
Comin' up out the speakers
Ridin' dirty
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
soldier, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
to do it again niggas
I hope y'all ready
Check it, check it, c'mon,
Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit
in my eye
Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy
Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys
I'm ready to drop, shit be fifty a pop
You better let me know if you want it or not
Yo it's gonna be gone by the end of the day
'Cause shit from Y2K
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
place in the world that's quite like the dirty south.
So give me your information so we can work it out.
Dirty south
Work it out
Hey young girl
Hey young
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
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
mothafucka' from the street)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in this world)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
I'm in the South Park, night
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
the Beemer, I grab them right by the kilot
We got them hoes in the south
Most my niggas toting fire, and some got golds in they mouth
I been riding dirty Dan,
Hey, hey, hey, man
I strike the Empire back
I strike the Empire back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
Dirty South ya gotta Feel Me East coast ya gotta Feel Me West Coast ya gotta Feel Me
Dirty South gotta Feel Me East coast gotta Feel Me West
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
the beef strife
We Africans live in a battle of gang signs
We tried to find our escape
And take da dirty bait
Most to the coast culture
Feel like a black
from the dirty dirty south, i nevaaaaa stress
can't you tell by the S on myyyyyyy chest?
Get yo ride on, playas
go and swang lane
i'm pimping
sit in pout in
Peace before i bust yo mouth
Give a fuck, bout yo city what you bout
You slip up, one more time i turn shit south
Niggas want, co-signs
Soldier armor holdin ass would be smarter
And dirty red pistols turn Sean to Shawnna
Wow your broke feet and turn to concrete
Real Town niggaz scrapp
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
you're playing Russian roulette
They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me
Young Gotti, (???)
Bringing the whole fucking entourage
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