One to the two, the three, the four
Them dirty red dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gon' leave until they find them keys
Now if Dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and held on to three
Do you think that Clampett'll sick his goons on me?
See Martel Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the hustlin' game
Like my favorite, I call it Lemonhead Delight
That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white
Right, well if pimpin' be a sport, see I be bein' that wide receiver
The player to B.I.G., will make all people believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as what
Callin' them crows snitches and foldin' my leaves up
Went up to sober, yeah older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs and Pontiac Regals
Messin' around with the crows, playin' cuts in the South
Kickin' that same Southern slang
Lookin' for love up in your jaw, crow
See powder get you hyper, reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dumb
What you really know about the Dirty South?
What you really know about the Dirty South?
See never did I think when I got grown
That some Pee Wee sacks have been untook this time
See life's a trick, then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the third grade this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I bet you Jed Clampett want his money back
See East Point, Atlanta through this roadblock
Talkin' 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
So the big time players off John Freeman Way
Had to find theyselves another back street to take
'Cause back in the day we was out of control
We didn't understand, nah man, that money ain't yours
That's when me and Big Slate took a oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up bumpin' Rob the Bells
We took what we want and left 'em quiet as hell
What you really know about the Dirty South?
What you really know about the Dirty South?
Now the Cobras got the boys on the lonely back
Gipp hollered at Ms. Ashley said they didn't get trapped
Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint
Dealers breakin' off that blow off of them wood chips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatter Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal's popped
Been on the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neal is the coolest from our century
Mack Town keeps growin' old school like Charles
Stankin' like them Lakers in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes to all the homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in the Dirty South
One to the two, the three, the four
Them dirty red dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gon' leave until they find them keys
See powder get you hyper, reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dumb
What you really know about the Dirty South?
What you really know about the Dirty South?
Ah yeah, yeah, the Dirty South