Lyrics:
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
You take
and the cotton grow
Way down south, crackin' bones slammin' dominos
Welcome to the ratchet black zydeco rodeo
Boss Hog, I'ma dog, I'ma billy goat
Down by
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
fine this just how it's going down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfucking Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty swats got spots
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
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
And it's kinda wild when the victim gaggin' on his blood
Stomp his fuckin' face, then I bury him up in the mud
Up in the dirty south, never come out, out
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
my hair in a bun, that is what I learned
When sucking that dirty black dong
Stop and grab the shlong, and play ping-pong
That shit stretch a long way
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
the wrong path, like you lead by a blind man
What you know about this life? Grindin' all day and night
Pour a deuce in a Sprite, got a doob, need a light
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit
they can't run in
Know they gone like the wind
Frog eyes by my lens
Steppin' like some Louboutins
Peel the coupe, dirty Hen'
See the light shine within
give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death,
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
spoken of stress now is taken light on me from the dirty south/now am like a fleeting shadow coming out/ talking bout clout bitch watch your mouth we don’t
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
shit the night still young shorty make up your mind
you with boss baby there will be no waitin line come
let this dirty south nigga talk dirty to you put
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'
to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right
for that key
I'm tryin' not to reincarnate my past
I'm tired from the game, took another path
Destination ninety five Dirty South
Where
Respect my mind or I'ma bust ya with a slug low
Show you how the game go, this shit is to die for
Representing real shit
Dirty South affiliate
Niggas in
it down for the South, and the SUC
Ahead of the pack, forever SLAB
And swanging 4's and vogues, low with TV's
The trunk popped up
And showing that I'm
(21), let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth (hold up, hold up), yes, I'm from the Dirty South
Lights out (straight up), summertime, I brought the ice
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