Trick Daddy, Young Buck, So So Def, Jermaine Dupri
Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8ball, MJG
What they see comin’ from the South
That swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky
Do what you want me to, I will do anything
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
Lot of people got opinions and issues and problems with
Cadillac do's slammin’ on them po'-po's, tippin’
Dude scrapin’ the curb, dippin’ sippin’ some syrup
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do
So until I die I wanna be wit'chu, you're everything
That won't whistle, missiles knockin’ gristle from fatty tissue
Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do
The fifteens bamin' and the bass kick-kickin’
Take it how you like it, hate it or love it, hoe
Honeycomb, I call my crib, money long that's on my kids
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin’, mayne
T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil’ Weezy
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans on the dickies
The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today, mayne
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint
And who doin’ what in the South, mayne
What else is there left for me to do? This the dedication from me to you
They call me Pimp Tyte, MJG
Fingers blistered twisted swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'
Do what you want me to, I will do anything
The Dirty South is everything I want
’Cause they could never beat us best us or be us
I hit the ocean on piggy bustin’ back at the crackin’, y'all afraid
Do what you want me to, I will do anything
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall
With no label backin’, pride split into fractions
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul
God first, family then money in the South, mayne
Everything I need, everything I'm longin’ for
Pray at night when you sellin’ white, got one ki' tryin’ to sell it twice
It's the South, ain't nothin’ above it and that's why I love it, mayne, fo' real
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
And all the paper that your partner make
You're everything I knew, oh, yeah
We gon' be here, we been here and ain't goin’ no motherfuckin’ where
Shakin’ dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin’ right
When I'm outta town, gotta get home, just for
I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry
Get on my knees for you, oh baby, what else is there to do
It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
The South, I know you gonna see me through
But I'ma tell you like this, fuck you dawg, this the South nigga
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin’, mayne
We ain't trippin’ just flippin’, these haters dip when they see us
We all different but we all rep the same thang
Everything that I been raised to love
Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they ‘gator made
The wisdom my grand momma gave to us
I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry
Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone
Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang
You're everything I knew, oh, yeah
You say whore, we say hoe, you want more but we want mo'
Friend or foe, niggas never know, never know when you fin' to blow
Racial profilin’, police harassment, regular days to us
But I handle my issue, I got several pistols
You're everything I knew, oh yeah
I rock P to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck with that
