You're Everything Lyrics - 8 Ball

Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man 

It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today 

The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man 

Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with 

What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man 

But I'mma tell you like this 

Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga 

We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where 

Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho! 

It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill 

Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels 

Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang 

Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man 

White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies) 

That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky) 

The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin' 

Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin' 

We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us) 

'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us 

I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man 

It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real 

You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) 

Do what you want me to (I will do anything) 

Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) 

What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) 

Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice 

Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick 

Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids 

R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that 

Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make 

Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right 

Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made 

Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow 

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup 

Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt 

But I handle my issue, I got several pistols 

That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue 

Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone 

I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone 

With no label backin', pride split into fractions 

I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared) 

You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) 

Do what you want me to (I will do anything) 

Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) 

What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) 

Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG 

Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D 

T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy 

Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri 

J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul 

Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall 

We all different but we all rep the same thing 

God first, family then money in the South man 

They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG 

The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for 

When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for 

Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us 

Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us 

You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo' 

You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo' 

What else is there left for me to do? 

This the dedication from me to you 

The South, I know you gonna see, me through 

So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything 

You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) 

Do what you want me to (I will do anything) 

Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) 

What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)