Lyrics:
the dirty south (repeat 2X)
(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
(Lil' Flip)
well down
very humble (honest)
Progressing is a must I wan Dey chop am double double
Ezibogu Onye ego my money long ka 2 by 2 (ogbe)
Giving up on the streets
the girl
Bees come with honey, you know how it goes within the world
Put you up on game, he lead you to the water by the pond
How gonna you let a chick make
things
ain't nuthin' changed
Karate Joe, Money No, make 'em fold
gather up them hoes
take 'em to the mo
keep it on the low
you know the steelo,
love me
Say no one's above me
When will I hear you say
Baby, I wanna stay
Stay right by your side
Your presence I still reside
Still feel your energy
hopped in the whip and we was gone
Off to City Island cause they had it goin' on
Two yuks a foo, now the mood was set
Caviar at the bar, Red Star, Moet
Hey, man, the
(Uh, bbno$)
the fuck you mean, you ain't heard of no fuckin' Lentra the God?
Now my money long, I'm Jack Money Bean (stalk)
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day
the brothers in the party|To find a hottie|And dance body to body|Step one: first you grab honey by the waist|Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace|Step
two
For what they have the guts to do
Minds can open in a flash
When hit by art or hit by cash
Money wins 'cause life is not
Imagination's all we've got
And love be blind so he just fine
He looking for the money
So he aint got time
She say he love him
But he say she lying
He ain't no dog
But he aint a feline
(T. Hood)
Yao
Mic check 1 2 1 2
Aye
Check that mf out mane
Make sure that mf right though
I just been focused on getting my money up
All that
at Tootsie’s bitch!)
Remember long nites in that 305
I was homeless in my truck
I knew i had to make it out
Just like a receiver with no PT
I didn’t have
honey and get real high
Struggle like a muthafucka sometimes you cry
Then you gone
Life is get your money whether is do or die
Get your money, get honey
honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?" "Ain't you that girl?"
"De La Soul, right?" "No Tracy Chapman"
"Why don't you come over to the counter
honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?" "Ain't you that girl?"
"De La Soul, right?" "No Tracy Chapman"
"Why don't you come over to the counter
beautiful
Beautiful and dirty dirty rich
Rich, dirty
We got a redlight pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey but we got no money
Our hair is perfect
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...
No question, it's all about the D - O - E
So if money is
pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide, screaming fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this
pebbles at a bulletproof glass
That's Cash Money, honey pie
We ain't runnin', we don't hide, screaming fuck the other side
Don't get caught on it, this
(Get freaky)
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way shes windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so freaky
hands on no easy money.
Now she'd been watching him from her table
Not too soft but not too tough
Well she figured by the money he'd been throwing
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