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Some information about Dirty South Lyrics Title: Goodie Mob - Dirty South lyrics Artist: Goodie Mob Album: Soul Food Visitors: 11 visitors have visited Dirty South Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. 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 Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep twobring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See Martail Homesthat s my claim to fame That s where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game Like my favoriteI call it lemon head delight That s when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Rightwell if pimpin be a sport I be bein the wide receiver That nigga B-I-G will make ya ll niggas believers Sippin on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin them hoes bitchesand smokin my weed up When I m too soberyear oldernow I m almost legal Wanted to live the life of CadillacsImpalas and Regals Fuckin around wit hoesbustin nuts in they mouths Kickin that same southern slang Lookin for love off in yo jaw hoe! See powder gets you hyperreefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancerwoo woo s make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South See never did I thank when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis 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 boughtyou was sold Now they sayin Juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd 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 niggathat money aint yours" That s when me and Big State took an oath and sweared Never would we talknever would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin "Rock The Bells" We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn t get the trap Behind tha blackbehind greenbehind tha red tint Dealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchips A lot of faces ain t arounda lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin G s while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with Cool Breezedroppin pounds with B. Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growingold school like Charles Stankin like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homesto all tha Homes Adamsville to Pool Creekshit just don t sleep in tha Dirty South 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 See powder gets you hyperreefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancerwoo woo s make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Hottest songs from Goodie Mob : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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