Lyrics:
niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty
[Cee-Lo]
Yeah
Well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south
Some of you niggaz still think we soft (know they do)
And I swore, I wouldn't never
points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep
And move out the way I'm a Luda fan
Up north, dirty south, west eastside man
All strippers in the club stand up right now
We wanna see you shake your booty
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 tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
to work, gonna get dirty
Should've stayed in, instead I went out
But I oughta know that by now
Had me a girl but it went south
Whatever was workin'
on sonny' said a voice at my side
'I think you've taken one of my books'
Passers by gave me dirty looks
'Not me mister' I bravely lied
We stopped by
All that heavy syrup sippin' (mind)
Clout by the pound (hol' up)
Keep that candy paint drippin' (hol' up)
Chop, chop, screw it up the South (hol',
(you see it)
I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it)
I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it)
I represent for my nigga named
bow your head and give thanks for your mama's home cookin'
What are ya thinkin'
'Cause that's a sin in the south
Yeah, that's a sin in the south
If you
got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth
My 30 wanna bang now people wanna hang now
I don't fuck with anybody
I'm just by my
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
cold streets
Some say its a drought cuz we keep feeling the heat
Dirty in the south but best believe we gonna eat
Tried to count me out but I'm
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killin fields with no toto
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbing preachers or killing Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be
love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't
love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't
If I were a betting man
I'd say she's headed south by now
Didn't even look twice when her white car passed my house
She said she's all done with
Me
murder jit
I'm from the west, he's from the south but I ain't never heard of jit
The other boy he from the north, I hit him with a dirty stick
Bounty
south
Zeni Pincher will be survived by her dirty mouth
But ooo nah, Zeni she a freak she a pornstar
You tried to say something to me now I'm pissed off
cutting a check
I'm Riding with JD, bitches really hate me
Do a hoe dirty like the bitch got scabies
She fucking everybody I think the BItch got rabies
I'm
in the day like tsunamis it's flooded
Count up by the night ran it up I was jugging
Dirty sticks from the south better get out of dodge for I ram you
handle your B.I.
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I.
Up top y'all, handle your B.I.
Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say what's that all
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