Lyrics:
(Joe South)
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
Oh they
cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done when your goose is cooked
1979, Dirty South, Local lounge (flip that smile upside down now)
Better keep your hammer right by your side
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I want to know how many bullets can
Check it out yo, this on the real here son,
ain't no lie in me, ain't no lie in me
Nothing but big ballers, shot callers ya'll,
down south hustla
a lonely flea
Well, I know
I've got my baggage
And that I just can't deny
I've been around from north to south
And that's where I began to slide
Down deep
Cuisine
Mufasa on the block, Idicky Lion King
Dirty, dirty south mouth crossed with bling
I can take my grill out and buy a house in Spring
Flyer, me
padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns
of market hungry military profiteers
whose word is a swamp and whose
Verse 1
You know were gonna bring them all out,
Dun know its your boy double C from the South,
Calling all ballers! Calling all my swagga man,
know
shit, get smacked by the kid
Fell to the ground, but I'm getting my ass up
Ain't no police chase, but I'm needing back up
To pack up from the club, nearly
Southwest side, yea South Georgia southwest side yea southwest side aye aye
I’m from South Georgia southwest side
Ain’t loving no bitches but I’ll
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
the suck emcees
Use a strategy to get the best of me
You dirty rat emcees
Whoever you may be
You need to go down south
You need to shut your mouth
Its all
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No shit, the old bitch sucked
the clouds, we could shut it down
From the Dirty South, muzzle on my mouth
Roof, I'm a dog, I'm in it
I pick your girl up like it's a fuckin' calisthenic
up!
(Live Hip Hop
Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East
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
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
We on the south side but North Phily though
Really though
Purp by the pound crack by the oz
I'm so fly all your hoes know me
It be me Oschi
Caddy truck
barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake up, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is
to the South
We in, get the bread, then we out, no doubt
Harlas and preachers, these boys dirty
They'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora
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
[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
and Caucasian sayin'...
[Chorus: x2]
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
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