Man for real, I love being from the Dirty South mane
It made me the G' I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangsta I am today mane
A lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with
What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mane
But I'ma tell you like this, fuck you dog!
This the South nigga
We gonna be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where
Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe

(Bun B)

It's that candy paint, 84's,
Belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seat, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, four tires swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chopped, fifth wheel just hangin mane
White Tees, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (dickies)
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)
The 15's bammin' and the bass kick kickin
Cadillac doors slammin on them 44's, tippin
We ain't trippin,
Just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip 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' mane
It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mane
For real

(Chorus)

You're everything I knew
Ooh, yeah
Do what you want me to
I will dooo anything
Get on my knees for you
Ooooh, baby
What else is there to do
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry

(Rick Ross)

Pray at night, when you sellin white
Got one key tryin to sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit
Yellow bones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my cri
Money long that's on my kids
RIP to my uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck with that
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint
And all the paper that your partner make
Shakin' dice like I'm facin' 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 feelin' blow

(David Banner)

Dudes 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 will whistle missiles, knockin' gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home,
Till I die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
With no label, put back in
Pie it, split it into fractions
I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin back at the crackin' (Crackin')
Y'all (Yeah), Y'all (Yeah)

[Chorus]

You're everything I knew
Ooh, yeah
Do what you want me to
I will dooo anything
Get on my knees for you
Ooooh, baby
What else is there to do
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry

(8-Ball)

Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
TIP, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri
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 thang
God first, family then money, and the South mane

(MJG)

They call me pimp tight, MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want
Everything I need, everything I'm hungry for
When I'm outta town, gotta get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us
Racial profilin, police harassment, regular days to us
You say door, we say doe, you say four, we say fo
You say whore, we say hoe, 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, with you
You're everything

[Chorus]
You're everything I knew
Ooh, yeah
Do what you want me to
I will dooo anything
Get on my knees for you
Ooooh, baby
What else is there to do
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry