Dirty South Salute

Lyrics

[Intro: Dot Rotten] Right about now, you're rolling With Y. Dot and Fugi Man's had enough, so I'm showing you No more playing around No more games, listen If you're in a club, raise your glass If you're in a room, spark your spliff Just getting played on the radio, turn it up It's a South ting [Chorus: Dot Rotten] If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook [Verse 1: Fugi, Dot Rotten, both] I'm a Nigerian warrior I study night for Arsenal, the game I came out of nowhere and I stole the game You wanted to clash And now you're pissed because I stole your fame I don't wanna have to take it to roll the game When you ain't a badman on no terrain So if you screw, I'll leave you with no remains And don't waste time out, no delays So, know what you're saying It's not about games and you know what you're playing Waste guys on the road, we're known for slaying To the [?] fam, you're known for praying And we are caught violating [?] On the Glock, bussing shots, we know you ain't For all this gun crime, the music can't be blamed And we can't be tamed We're on a another level, call us the Super Saiyans [Chorus: Dot Rotten] If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook [Verse 2: Fugi] It's I, I got no limitation Let me give a quick demonstration You can get layed easy, you're difficult like multiplication How you want it, you got it, no interpretation Stop trying to come across as intimidating I don't feel manipulated by your intimidation I'm Fugi, repping the whole of my generation Being on top of the world is my destination Too many young youts got no education No [?], motivation That's why man have bodied you like the armed operations No job, no qualifications No home, no dedication Moving over baiting faces I'm known all over the station It completely gets [?] Then I'm back for the streets Back to the same old shit [Chorus: Dot Rotten] If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook [Verse 3: Dot Rotten] Yo, I've been patiently waiting to shine Now a certain man's knows I'm taking the grime It needs to be changeable, waiting for time Still ain't changed, bare guys on grime have got no game They don't wanna lose so they go worldwide Yet you got no name Putting nursery rhyme tunes on a mixtape It's bait that them boys have got no shame And I've always been told "no pain, no gain" So, I won't try use my pace with cocaine If it comes down to it, I'll burst a burner Burn the clothes and vacate, I ghost fade You don't wanna clash, you'll get burned like propane If I draw the ting, you'll see red like OTRAY So, don't talk wicked to Dot on no day I don't wanna have to leave your head with no brain [Chorus: Dot Rotten] If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook [Verse 4: Fugi] Who do you think you're fooling? I'm not one of them foolish fools that are balling For the nuisance bars you're forming Your flow will get disarmed and let the [?] Quick live brainstorm before you storm in My style's raw, [?] If you gonna call it, call it We can get it on like cowboys and Indians [Verse 5: Dot Rotten] Dot Rotten, music, don't talk my real name And I wouldn't have to leave your boys with no brain It's cold in the road but there ain't no rain I used to let shots through your window pane You, you ain't holding whip like no crane Fire and mutilate your arms with no sprain And it won't be an accident when you're in an A&E In a coma, you won't get no claim [Chorus: Dot Rotten] If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook If you're from dirty South, salute And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom Show them man there that you're not shook