Lyrics Dirty South (remix clean) - Mystikal , 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
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
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
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