Goodie Mob feat. Big Boi Lyrics
"Dirty South"

One to the 2 the 3 the fo
dem dirty red dogs done hit the door
and they got everybody and there hands and knees and they
aint gon leave till they find them keys

Now dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me keep 2 bring him back 8
And i only brought him 5 and stuck his ass for 3
Do you think that clown can stick his goons on me?
See martel home thats my claim to fame
Thats where i learned my slickest tricks and dope the game
like my favorite I call it lemonhead delight, when u lick off all the
yellow and you sell the white

Ya while the pimpin bein sporty i be bein the wide reciva
that nigga the B.I.G. will make yall niggas belivas
sippin on cuevo gold in that club drunk as fuck
callin them hoes bitches and smokin my weed up
when im to sobber now older that im almost legal to live the life
or cadilacs palas and reagals
fuckin around with hoes bustin nuts in they mouth
usin that same sucker slang looking for love in your jaw hoe

See powder makes u hyper
Reefer makes you calm
Ciggeretes give you cancer but
Woos make u dumb

What yall niggas know bout the dirty South?
What yall niggas know bout the dirty South?

See never did I think when i got grown
that some pee wee sacs up an took this town
see lives a bitch then you figure why
you really got dropped in the dirty south
see in the 3rd grade this is what u talk
you was bow u was sow
now they sayin juice left some heads cracked
i bet jimmy clampton want they money back
see east born Atlanta through this road block
to my all this road traffic got to stop
so all the big time playas jumped freemon way