Dirty South

[Intro: Cool Breeze]

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

[Verse 1: Cool Breeze]

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 would sick his goons on me?

See, Martel Homes, that's my claim to fame

That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the dope D-game

Like my favorite, I call it "Lemonhead Delight"

That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

Right – well, if pimpin' be a sport, I'd be bein' the wide receiver

That nigga the 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, ho

[Chorus: Cool Breeze & Goodie Mob]

See, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm

Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?!?

[Verse 3: Cool Breeze]

See, never did I think, when I got grown

That some pee wee sacks had been done took this 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 Jed 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 ain't yours"

That's when me and Big Slate 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

[Refrain: Cool Breeze]

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

[Verse 4: Big Gipp]

Now the Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back

Gipp hollered at Miss Ann, she said they didn't get trapped

Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint

Dealers breaking 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 the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B. 

Eric Neal is the coolest from our century

Mac Town keeps growing, old school like Charles

Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park

Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all the Homes

Adamsville to Poole Creek, shit just don't sleep – in the Dirty South

[Pre-Chorus: Cool Breeze]

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

[Chorus: Cool Breeze & Goodie Mob]

See, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm

Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?!

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?!

[Outro: Cee-Lo]

Ah... yeah, yeah... the Dirty South...!