Lyrics:
you used to hate me
that's alright, come by the house around 11:30
I want somebody now
to come lay down with me
I got that dirty South
and girl I
I was booorn
Byby by by by the
Riiivveer
In Memphis Tennessee
Where da old soul dirty south
Made me what you see
You can check our history
Our city
cin't no player like a dirty south player
Cause them dirty south players rolling big
cin't no player like a Midwest player
Cause them Midwest players keep
will say they true
But in real life, those niggas will be the snitches
It's a dirty game y'all
Y'all got to be careful about who you fuck with
Dirty South,East Coast, West Coast,
Dirty South ya gotta Feel Me East coast ya gotta Feel Me West Coast ya gotta Feel Me
Dirty South gotta Feel
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
the dirty south
Is snoop D O double G
Something for the street, c-murder give it up
9 time 4 5, Magic what up
All the homies who are hard
Daddy niggas
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
South (uh, uh)
So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up North,
comin' sideways
And Topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty
Lyrical sayin' MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable'
And the bitch is on her knees
Sucky Fucky
Sucky Fucky
Sucky Fucky
Smells like sushi
Asian Hooker!
Hot little motherfucker!
Asian Hooker!
Dirty Little
missin out, ain't left the house
Just steady plottin'
I got no choice I'm gon be someone someday, yeah yeah yeah
And I'm gon rep that South by Southwest
off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin
blowin' good on that dro that's me
Dirty south, straight country, 105 that's me
[jbo]
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's
in Houston on candy paint
All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggas in the A-T-L throwin' dem bows
All them thugs that send slugs
the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recognize royalty
passion and action when I sip on it minute by minute
And soon as I flew past sober somebody bumped shoulders and I was
Lookin at the floor and my dirty
made me do it again
This Rasheeda, I'm ridin' niggas through the dirty
From Old McDee to Cambleton flippin' birdies
Bendin' and swervin', I got this
be flying-flying away
Wired home for money
Somewhere in the south of Greece
Sang all night on some street corner
'Til you were hassled by
know)
A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam (yeah)
I skate with the bomb
I'm askin'
for Minnie Pearl and when they said she was not there
I just sat there drinking whiskey by the girl with the dirty hair
They had Willie's picture
getting rubbed like vicks
Right off the dirty water, south of the border
Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters
To see the spectator
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo whats
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