Lyrics

[Chorus] Where my dirtbagz at? (Way up from the dirty south) Where my dirtbagz at? (From the east to the west and way around) Where my dirtbagz at? (If you don't give a fuck put your hands up now) Where my dirtbagz at? (We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard [?]) [Intro: Uncle Snap] Welcome ladies and gentleman to the best show under the big top We want y'all to sit back and enjoy And if y'all get offended, we don't give a shit [Verse 1: Rooster] Where the hell my dirtbagz at? Put your hands up, God damn I ain't Shaq See I got a smart ass mouth when I rap 'Cause them other boys ain't up top where I'm at Chevy auto got a filly and the Willie and the high res [?] Not a chicken put the liquor in the shot glass Kinda funny how I stick up when they get mad This Dirt Rock and we dirtbagz [Verse 2: Uncle Snap] Put your hands up bitch I done failed to mention Got a couple dirtbagz and I failed to list 'em Got a charge at large and it failed the system Caught a case in the place now they call dementia If y'all want it come and get it Y'all gon' get that Sonny Liston Here to stay down for my one percenters Merrill-Lynch and it's our business (Ha ha) [Verse 3: Sonny Bama] Clay asked me if I could spit eight bars I said sure but I rap about scars And I got more nation it's gonna take a lot more Leave 'em layin' in their piss on the vomit floor Drugs hurt more kids than the common core Keep 'em in line I'ma commodore When them dirtbagz pile through your lobby door You ain't never seen shit like this before (Like this before) This year I'm rich, last year I was piss poor Just get up and go get it and I kick doors Now get your ass out my way or I'll kick yours Champions baby, Crimson Tide This the brand new shit the old shit died Got a whole bunch of dirtbagz down to ride Born and bred in the south and we live or die, 'Bama [Verse 4: Crucifix] We some low down dirty boys From the bottom makin' noise Rollin' through your city bumpin' past Detroit Brown bourbon just bought a bottle just to fill the void But I been through state line to state line to make mine Tell them fake swine, the hate's fine to break mine It take more than talkin' shit through the grape vine You gon' need a bigger shotgun to try to take mine I tell you one thing that I'm not like It's yellow belly rappers in the spotlight Makin' you average hoes fold, stop light Lookin' at these dudes like what you lose, cockeyed So roll the blunt and blaze the marijuana From Georgia to Nevada, we spittin' just like a llama No need for the melodrama, you can pull it on your mama Dirt Rock motherfucker we the new Americana I'ma dirtbag [Chorus] Where my dirtbagz at? (Way up from the dirty south) Where my dirtbagz at? (From the east to the west and way around) Where my dirtbagz at? (If you don't give a fuck put your hands up now) Where my dirtbagz at? (We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard [?]) [Verse 5: [?] & Cymple Man] All them YouTube views, you think you advancin' (Hah look at this bitch) He's on stage dancin' Guess it tickles the fancy You just ain't shit to me pansy So keep tiptoein' 'round the fire 'Til you burned all your britches up and then y'all doomed 'Cause you don't really want war you just wanna talk tough, Kim Jung Un You can get rowdy bro and be the crowds hero But when I touch the mic you on ground zero You can suck a dick, bet you saw that comin' right 'Cause you thought a glory hole was a peep hole (Sissy bitch) I'm probably turnin' you on I gotta be careful, all the shit that you blown Not just opportunities I mean the few MC's That you had to suck to get the fuckers on your song (Yeah) [Verse 6: Hard Target] I ain't playin' with a motherfucker, think it's a game I'm Wild Bill Hickok with a shotgun 30 aught trigger nine like a pop gun It's complex but you 'bout to catch a hot one Dirtbag, dirtbag, what is up dude? If you ain't there from then it's fuck you Six feet deep in the dirt right above you If you ain't ridin' dick when they talk they don't love you Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen Tell tha thing get the click like an African Better get 'em to the point like a javelin Tryna keep a seat warm in my abstinence 'Cause I'm bad, bitch a dirtbag Used to ride coach now I'm in first class 'Til you see the top and you wanna turn back Bitch pallbearers and they ain't really earned that People call me hater, I know (I know) I could do what you do, blindfold (Blindfold) Playin' like a side kick, Tonto (Tonto) 'Til I get to kickin' like a bronco (Bronco) Thinkin' it's an end, like Sopranos (Sopranos) But I'm about leave you on a high note (High note) I do the same thing with my eyes closed (Eyes closed) Y'all wanna see a beast you will not know [Verse 7: Big Snap] It's the [?], yeah I'm city and I'm country Real recognize real and all them pretty women love me [?] back to Georgia bought me a four-wheeler I got a load of money but he's not a drug dealer (Woo woo) I just touched right down At the airport flyin' in and out of town Spend a lot of hours to establish my sound And I ain't copy cat shit so where the hell is my crown I be countin' up stacks in the Provost with the LACs You ain't got a body cap and a hundred snap backs Sayin' studio trap me knick nack patty wack Put a [?] on my vocal, mix it and run this shit back Gotta wrestle with the strap, beat the case it ain't rap LEDs in the ditch, that's a hater's pay back Hundred thousand in the truck, that's a rented Maybach When you see me in the streets just holler "Dirtbagz" [Chorus] Where my dirtbagz at? (Way up from the dirty south) Where my dirtbagz at? (From the east to the west and way around) Where my dirtbagz at? (If you don't give a fuck put your hands up now) Where my dirtbagz at? (We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard [?])