You’re Everything

Lyrics

[Intro: Bun B] Man, f'real, I love bein' from the Dirty South, mayne It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today The grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today, mayne Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with What they see comin' from the South and who doin; what in the South, mayne But I'ma tell you like this- fuck you, dawg! This the South, nigga We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no-motherfuckin'-where Take it how you like it, hate it or love it, ho! [Verse 1: Bun B] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin', mayne White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies) That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky) The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin' Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin We ain't trippin', just flippin', these haters dip when they see us (Dip when they see us) 'Cause they could never beat us, best us or be us I'm a G, that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin', mayne It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it, mayne! F'real [Chorus: Jodeci] You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh, baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) [Interlude: Rick Ross] Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick Honeycomb I call my crib, money long, that's on my kids R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK, you can't fuck wit' that Niggas fake, they hate candy paint and all the paper that your partner make Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made Friend or foe, niggas never know (Know), never know when you fin' to blow [Verse 3: David Banner] Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin', sippin' some syrup Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt But I handle my issue, I got several pistols That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die and I'm gone I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone With no label b-backin', pride split into fractions I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' And y'all scared (Y'all scared) Yeah (Yeah) [Chorus: Jodeci] You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh, baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) [Verse 4: 8Ball] Yeah, yeah Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall We all different but we all rep the same thang God first, family, then money in the South, mayne [Verse 5: MJG] They-they call me Peeimp Tight! MJG The Dirty South, is everything I want Everything I need, everything I'm longin' for When I'm outta town, gotta get home, just for Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo' You say whore, we say ho; you want more, but we want mo' What else is there left for me to do? This the dedication from me to you The South, I know you gonna see me through So until I die ,I wanna be, wit'chu You're everything [Chorus: Jodeci] You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh, baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)