Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - Dirty South

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

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 will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that`s my claim to fame
That`s where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
That`s when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well if pimpin` be a sport I be bein` the wide receiver
That nigga 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 hoe!

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo`s make you numb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South
What you niggas know about the Dirty South

See never did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis 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 Jedd 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 aint` yours"
That`s when me and Big State 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

What you niggas know about the Dirty South
What you niggas know about the Dirty South

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn`t get the trap
Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin 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 tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin` pounds with B.
Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin` like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don`t sleep in tha Dirty South

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

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo`s make you numb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South
What you niggas know about the Dirty South

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dirty South:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/10634.html


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Goodie Mob - Dirty South 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 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 will sick his goons on me? See Martail Homes, that`s my claim to fame That`s where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight That`s when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin` be a sport I be bein` the wide receiver That nigga 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 hoe! See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo`s make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South See never did I thank when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis 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 Jedd 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 aint` yours" That`s when me and Big State 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 What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn`t get the trap Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint Dealers breakin 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 tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin` pounds with B. Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin` like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don`t sleep in tha Dirty South 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 See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo`s make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dirty South: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/10634.html Все тексты песен: Goodie Mob » Goodie Mob - The Day After » Goodie Mob - They Don`t Dance No Mo` (Clean) » Goodie Mob - Good Nigga » Goodie Mob - I Didn`t Ask to Come » Goodie Mob - Blood » Goodie Mob - The Dip » Goodie Mob - See You When I See You » Goodie Mob - Get Rich to This » Goodie Mob - The Coming » Goodie Mob - Still Standing » Goodie Mob - Black Ice (goodie Mob Version) » Goodie Mob - Just Do It » Goodie Mob - Rebuilding » Goodie Mob - Street Corner » Goodie Mob - World Party » Goodie Mob - Thought Process » Goodie Mob - Beatiful Skin » Goodie Mob - Fighting » Goodie Mob - Chain Swang » Goodie Mob - The Experience Рекомендуем скачать: » Ольга Корницкая - Прости меня, прости... » Ольга Орлова - Выше неба » Ольга Макеева - Осень » Ольга Корницкая - В губы целуй, в подбородок... » Ольга Афраймович - Колокольный сон (песня) » Олег Заливако - Кинематограф на стекле » Ольга Афраймович - Каждое па этого танца (песня) » Олег Городецкий - В природе намечается потоп... » Ольга Аникина - Прогулка (цикл Город) » Ольга Запрудина - Сон-2 » Океан Эльзы - Сосны » О.Газманов - Говорила мама » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - В верхнюю салду на белом коне » Олег Щетников - Муза » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Костя перестукин » Ольга Семенова - Слово было не в начале... » Отпетые Мошенники - Му-му » Олег Рубанский - Девушка моей мечты » Олег Газманов - Под стук колес » Ольга Залесская - Бабушка
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»