Dirty South

Lyrics

[Intro: Cool Breeze] One to da two, da three, da four Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys [Verse 1: Cool Breeze] Now, if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five, and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett would sick his goons on me? See, Martel Homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the dope D-game Like my favorite, I call it "Lemonhead Delight" That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white [Verse 2: Big Boi] Right – well, if pimpin' be a sport, I'd be bein' the wide receiver That nigga the B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas, and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same Southern slang Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw, ho [Chorus: Cool Breeze & Goodie Mob] See, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the Dirty South? What you niggas know about the Dirty South?!? [Verse 3: Cool Breeze] See, never did I think, when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took this town See, life's a bitch, then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South See, in the 3rd grade, this is what you told "You was bought," "You was sold" Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jed Clampett want his money back See, East Point Atlanta threw this road block Talkin 'bout "All this blow traffic got to stop" So the big time players off John Freeman Way Had to find themselves another back street to take 'Cause, back in the day, we was outta control We didn't understand, "Naw, nigga, that money ain't yours" That's when me and Big Slate took an oath and sweared 'Never would we talk, never would we tell' So when they pulled up, bumpin' "Rock The Bells" We took what we want and left them quiet as hell [Refrain: Cool Breeze] What you niggas know about the Dirty South? What you niggas know about the Dirty South? [Verse 4: Big Gipp] Now the Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back Gipp hollered at Miss Ann, she said they didn't get trapped Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint Dealers breaking off that blow up for those woodchips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B.  Eric Neal is the coolest from our century Mac Town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all the Homes Adamsville to Poole Creek, shit just don't sleep – in the Dirty South [Pre-Chorus: Cool Breeze] One to da two, da three, da four Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys [Chorus: Cool Breeze & Goodie Mob] See, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the Dirty South?! What you niggas know about the Dirty South?! [Outro: Cee-Lo] Ah... yeah, yeah... the Dirty South...!