Lyrics:
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it
crew, c'mon
[Chorus: ]
Dirty Jerz, wettin' the set, with no sweat and Moet
If you want the Treach, there's no dick with no lickin'
For you
featuring Silkk
Wuz up y'all wuz up soldiers? This M P The Colonel.
We ain't no rookies at makin records
Mystikal Silkk
Vanzetti spoke both day and night,
Told the workers how to fight.
I'll tell you if you ask me
'Bout this payroll robbery;
Two clerks was killed by
don't take that train
I hear it said we're headed too far south
Chinese whispers go by word of mouth
Rules for every size and shape
The nag has
not to reincorporate my past
I'm tired from the game, took another path
Destination 95 Dirty South
Where the devil tried to realter my route
list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not
only got one click we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin'' streetz of Jerz
We
laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waiting to trick me, not the life for me
(brought the funk)
East coast (started it)
Dirty South (got it crunk)
The Midwest, the heart of it
Hi Tek, y'all already known what it is
Cincinnati where
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
Yeah yeah yeah
Auckland South (South south)
Auckland my toko the dirty dirty (Dirty)
Auckland (Yeah) South
Auckland my toko the dirty dirty (Dirty
I open my eyes, everything shines
I swim as the breeze blows down the coast
Down on my luck, breathing my last
Dirty old hands carry me home
Red sky
[CHORUS x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs cla**ified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
Hey!, pick it up
This'll get you out.. of your head
China's heading up, by the ratings on a motion
She goes with a real head biker, he's
T-Bo
From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples
All of my homies from the L.B.C.
All my white homies who smoke with me
Sell me bud
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
We're special eders
Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
why'all amateurs act like
was like Chris & Poon was my daddy
Now that's some A-town shit if i ever heard it
Every word dirty bird like Patrick Kerney
Take it step by step in this
on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
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'
Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south
And you haven’t seen cleaner dirt, you haven’t seen it worse
So shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
cake
Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then
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