Dirty South (A cappella)

Lyrics

[Intro: Goodie Mob & Cool Breeze] One to the two, the three, the four Them dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until they find them keys [Verse 1: Cool Breeze] Now, dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and held only three Do you think that Clampett'll sick his goons on me? See, Martel Homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the hustlin' game Like my favorite, I call it "Lemonhead Dеlight" That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sеll the white [Verse 2: Big Boi] Right, well if pimpin' be a sport, see, I be bein' the wide receiver The player the B-I-G will make y'all people believers (Yep) Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as what Callin' them crows snitches, and foldin' my leaves up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal (Legal) Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals (Uh) Messin' around with crows, playin' cuts in the South Kickin' that same Southern slang Lookin' for love off in your jaw, crow [Chorus: Goodie Mob & Cool Breeze] See, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woo's make you dumb What you really know about the Dirty South? What you really 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 trick, then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South See, in the third grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked I bet you 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, "Nah, man, 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 'em quiet as hell [Chorus: Goodie Mob & Cool Breeze] What you really know about the Dirty South? What you really know about the Dirty South? [Verse 4: Big Gipp] Now that 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 green, behind the red tint Dealers breaking off that blow up for them 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 my century Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin' like them Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all the Homes Adamsville to Poole Creek, shh, just don't sleep in the Dirty South [Pre-Chorus: Goodie Mob & Cool Breeze] One to the two, the three, the four Them dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until they find them keys [Chorus: Goodie Mob & Cool Breeze] See, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woo's make you dumb What you really know about the Dirty South? What you really know about the Dirty South? [Outro: CeeLo Green] Ah, yeah yeah, the Dirty South