Dirty South Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

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 two, bring 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 Homes, that's my claim to fame 

That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game 

Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight 

That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white 

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Right, well 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 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 hoe! 

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm 

Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb 

What you niggas know about the Dirty South 

What you niggas know about the Dirty South 

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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 bought, you 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 nigga, that money aint' yours" 

That's when me and Big State 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 

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 black, behind green, behind tha red tint 

Dealers breakin 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 tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B. 

Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century 

Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles 

Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park 

Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes 

Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit 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 hyper, reefa makes you calm 

Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb 

What you niggas know about the Dirty South 

What you niggas know about the Dirty South