[Intro: Bun B]
Man, f'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, ho!
[Verse 1: Bun B]
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, Vogue tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin', mayne
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)
Them Swisher Sweet cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The 15's bammin' 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 (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!
F'real
[Chorus: Jodeci & Rick Ross]
You're everything I knew (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my knees for you (Yeah)
Keepin' it trilla baby, Texas, P.A. to H-Town (Oh, baby)
What else is there to do? (305 to Mi-Yayo)
I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry
You know what it is
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib, money long, that's on my kids
R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK, you can't fuck wit' 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 gator made
Friend or foe, niggas never know (Know), never know when you fin' to blow
[Verse 3: David Banner]
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, missles 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 b-backin', pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin'
And y'all scared (Y'all scared)
[Chorus: Jodeci]
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)
[Verse 4: 8Ball]
Yeah, yeah
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG
Big Boi, 'Dré 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
[Verse 5: MJG]
They-they call me Pimp Tight, 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 grandmomma 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 ho
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
[Chorus: Jodeci]
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)