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[00:18.80]Bitch, I ain't got nothin' but time
[00:20.91]So, I'ma get out on these cuts and grind
[00:23.21]Keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
[00:25.92]My player ways, keep me with plenty dimes
[00:28.32]See, I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth (Yeah)
[00:30.91]When a nigga get through cooking up this O-Z (Yeah)
[00:33.40]All night on the block 'til the sun rise (Yeah)
[00:35.86]My only friend is a Glock, with the four-five
[00:38.17]Four, five in the mornin', it don't stop
[00:40.54]Daydreamin' 'bout flossin' a drop-top
[00:42.62](Woop!) Blue lights snap me back to reality (Ugh)
[00:45.27]I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
[00:47.81]Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass
[00:50.33]Searched a nigga and took about a three in cash
[00:52.65]I guess, that's better, than gettin' locked up
[00:54.84]Or gettin jammed, with that shit, I had rocked up, huh!
[00:57.82]Now, I heard, that the South is, where yo' folks from
[01:00.66]Down in the bottoms, where they broke some
[01:03.48]Whips cross a nigga back, way back
[01:05.54]And now, they wonder, why we act, how we act
[01:07.97]Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talkin' slow
[01:10.65]Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
[01:13.09]People barbecuein' in the front yard
[01:15.43]Money from the first of the month card!
[01:17.86]If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
[01:20.17]If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
[01:22.36]If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
[01:24.76]If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
[01:27.20]I got a maid cookin' grits, with a outfit, so tight
[01:30.38]My niggas wanna stay the whole night
[01:32.23]Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
[01:34.60]Nigga drunk, singin', sounding like the Bee Gees
[01:36.78]Ham sandwich in the driveway, drop-top
[01:39.66]Naked women in the den, playin' hopscotch
[01:41.62]Thirty busters in my yard, they be long gone
[01:44.10]So, hit me and I'ma keep my phone on
[01:46.65]I be out turnin' corners, drinkin' one fifth
[01:49.12]Got some scratches on my rims, 'cause of one dip
[01:51.58]Met a broad yesterday, she hit me ten times
[01:53.81]If I diss her, it'll take a nigga ten lines
[01:56.27]MJG standing tall, and I won't fold
[01:58.89]You can have all the bitches, 'cause I don't hold
[02:01.30]Onto any woman like a human handcuff
[02:04.08]You got your hair down, baby, fuck it, stand up!
[02:06.21]Now, I heard, that the South is, where yo' folks from
[02:08.84]Down in the bottoms, where they broke some
[02:11.31]Whips cross a nigga back, way back
[02:13.71]And now, they wonder, why we act, how we act
[02:16.08]Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talkin' slow
[02:18.40]Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
[02:21.06]People barbecuein' in the front yard
[02:23.45]Money from the first of the month card!
[02:25.96]If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
[02:28.25]If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
[02:29.58]If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
[02:32.32]If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
[02:34.73]How many flows can I compose? I drop this slang like lyrical 'bows
[02:37.83]Stickin' out just like an outcast or a thorn from stem of rose
[02:40.59]Like nachos, the lyrics are crispy
[02:42.04]Crackin' when y'all bite (Bite)
[02:43.10]Been had a Coke and a smile, now I'm trippin' off 'gnac and Sprite
[02:45.33]Y'all just might see me skunk-eyed, with a girl who chunked-thighed
[02:48.04]Below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin' about
[02:50.48]From Texas to Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah
[02:52.87]The deeper, the darker, the Dirty South is what I'm after
[02:55.25]No laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
[02:57.70]The Space Age-est Pimpin'-est players, comin' major
[03:00.14]It shocked ya, sprayed ya, cut your wife and played her
[03:02.77]The player, the B-I-G, B-O-I, dope boy rhyme maker
[03:05.06]Beats, rhymes, and layers of music right here to please you
[03:07.66]And if you hate the Dirty, then partner, see, we don't need you
[03:10.23]You know, I'm talkin 'bout?
[03:11.76]OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!
[03:14.64]Now, I heard, that the South is, where yo' folks from
[03:16.81]Down in the bottoms, where they broke some
[03:19.36]Whips cross a nigga back, way back
[03:21.78]And now, they wonder, why we act, how we act
[03:24.12]Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talkin' slow
[03:26.69]Afros and loud-ass Italian clothes
[03:29.15]People barbecuin' in the front yard
[03:31.62]Money from the first of the month card!
[03:34.13]If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
[03:35.82]If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
[03:38.07]If anybody out there hear me, get your hands up
[03:40.59]If anybody out there feel me, get your hands up
[03:43.30]You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (Ooh!)
[03:45.59]It's like, the more that I talk to you, the dumber that I get (Yeah...)
[03:48.13]The closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand (Okay)
[03:50.24]Apart, distant (Yeah)
[03:50.78]Nobody has the upper hand, but my body's resistant
[03:53.76]So now, throw your phalanges to the ground (Aight)
[03:56.14]I'm stellar bound, non-believers stay from hell around
[03:58.00]I've found negative niggas, they only keep ya down
[04:00.39]Transmittin' from Native American burial ground (Ugh)
[04:02.92]I carry around (Ugh) the weight of all worlds on my shoulder pads (Ugh)
[04:06.08]I'm posed to blast, 'Space Invaders' up somebody's dad
[04:08.26]Serious as A (A!), B (B!), C (C!)
[04:10.52]If knowledge be the key, then buddy bro, sit it on the porch (Ooh)
[04:13.41]And wait for ya mama to get off work, so she can roast yo' ass
[04:16.03]In need to find an open window fast (Word to the motherfucker)
[04:18.40](Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker)
[04:22.28]Now, I heard, that the South is, where yo' folks from
[04:24.85]Down in the bottoms, where they broke some
[04:27.55]Whips cross a nigga back, way back
[04:29.91]And now, they wonder, why we act, how we act
[04:32.55]Gold teeth and heavy Chevys, and talkin' slow
[04:34.60]Afros and loud ass Italian clothes
[04:37.28]People barbecuein' in the front yard
[04:39.67]Money from the first of the month card!
[04:41.88]If anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
[04:44.05]If anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
[04:46.69]If anybody out there hear me, get ya hands up
[04:49.13]If anybody out there feel me, get ya hands up
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