Man, fo' real I love bein' from the Dirty South, mayne

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

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

Lot of people got opinions and issues and problems with



What they see comin' from the South

And who doin' what in the South, mayne

But I'ma 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, hoe



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, whole tire swang and bang

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



White T's, fitted hats, Jordans on the dickies

That swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky

The fifteens bamin' 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

'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', mayne

It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it, mayne, fo' 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

I rock P 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 a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right

Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they â€~gator made

Friend or foe, niggas never 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, missiles 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 piggy bustin' back at the crackin', y'all afraid



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



Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8ball, MJG

Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D

T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy

Trick Daddy, Young Buck, So So Def, 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 thang

God first, family then money in the South, mayne



They call me Pimp 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 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 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

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