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Uploaded: July 24, 2008 at 12:56 pm
Author: 15said
Length: 06:56
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Bun (Intro):Man fo real I love being from the dirty south maneIt made me the G I am todaymade me the hustla I am todaythe grinda, the baller, the gangsta I am todayA lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin from the south but we doin well n the south mane, but ima tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been, gon' be here, and we ain't goin no mutha f**kin wheretake it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.Jodeci(Background chorus):You know you're everything i doOoh yeahDo what you want me toI would do anythingGet on my knees for youOoooh, babyWhat else is there to doI don't know, i don't knowBut i'll cryBun B:It's that candy paint, 84sbelts and buckles chrome and grillleather seats, stitched and tuckedTV screens and wooden wheelsSwade roof, neon lightswhole tire swang and bangtop drop, blades chopbig wheel just hangin manwhite ts, fitted hatsjordans or da dickies (dickies)that swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey15s baminand the base keep kickincadillac do slamminon dem 4 4s tippinwe ain't trippin just flippinthese haters dip when they see us (when they see us)cause they can neva beat us best us or be usI'm a G thats a geniusbesta just respect my duggie manit's the south, ain't nothin above it and thats why I love it mane, fo real.Jodeci(Chorus)Rick Ross:Pray at night, we sellin whiteGot one key trine sell it twiceYellow stones all in my shitYellow bones all in my dickHoneycomb I call my cribMoney long, that's on my kidsI rock Peta, my uncle chadUGK you can't f**k wit datNiggas fake, they hate my candypaintAnd all the paper that your partner makeShakin dice like a face of lifeChampaign just ain't tastin rightHaterade they GatoradeLook at these seats, they gator madeFriend or foe niggas never know (know)Never know when you finna blowJodeci(Chorus)David Banner:Do you scrape up the curbThen was sippin some syrupThen was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in dat heardBut I handle my issueI got several pistolsThat won't whistle, missles not grisled from fatty tissueMississippi's my homeTill I'm die and I'm goneI know I put it on my back held dat bitch up alonePut no lable but dockingPride split into fractionsI hit the ocean on heavy bustin back at the crackinYa'll know (Ya'll know)Jodeci(Chorus)8 Ball:Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B8 Ball, MJGBig Boi, Dre 3000Scarface, Willie DT.I.P, Young JeezyBirdman, Lil WeezyTrick Daddy, Young BuckSo So Def, Jermaine DepriJ Priss rap a lotJuicy J, DJ PaulSlim Thug, Lil KekeChamillionare, Paul WallWe all different, but we all rep the same thangGod first, family then money in the south mane.MJG:They call me pimp tight, MJGThe dirty south, it's everything I want, everything I needEverything I'm hungry forWhen I'm outta town gotta get home just for itEverything that I been raised to loveThe wheels that my grandmamma gave to usRacial profilin, police harass are regular days to usYou say door, we say doeYou say four, we say foYou say whore, we say hoYou want more, but we want moWhat else is there left for me to doThis the dedication from me to youThe south, I know you gonna see me throughSo until I die, I wanna be with youYou're everything.Jodeci(Chorus)