you're everything

man f'real i love bein from the dirty south mayne

it made me the g i am today

made me the hustler i am today

the grinder

the baller; the gangster i am today mayne

lot of people got opinions and

issues and

problems with

what they see comin from the south and who doin what in the south mayne

but i'ma tell you like this - fuck you dawg~! this the south nigga

we gon' be here

we been here

and ain't goin no motherfuckin where

take it how you like it

hate it or love it hoe!

it's that candy paint

84's

belts and buckles

chrome and grill

leather seats

stitch and tuck

tv screens and wooden wheels

suede roof

neon lights

whole tire swang and bang

tops drop

blades chop

fifth wheel just hangin mayne

white t's

fitted hats

jordans or the dickies

that swisher sweet

cigarillos filled up with the sticky

the fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin

cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin

we ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us

cause they could never beat us best us or be us

i'm a g that's a genius

best to just respect my thuggin mayne

it's the south

ain't nothin above it and that's why i love it mayne!

f'real

you're everything i knew!

do what you want me to

get on my knees for you

what else is there to do

yeah

keepin it trilla baby; texas

p.a. to h-town

3-oh-5 to mi-yayo. you know what it is

pray at night when you sellin white

got one ki' tryin to sell it twice

yellow stones all in my shit

yellowbones all on my dick

honeycomb i call my crib

money long that's on my kids

r.i.p. to my uncle chad

ugk you can't fuck wit that

niggaz fake

they hate candy paint

and all the paper that your partner make

shakin dice like a face of life

champagne just ain't tastin right

haterade they gatorade

look at these seats they gator made

friend or foe niggaz never know never know when you fin' to blow

dude scrapin the curb

dippin sippin some syrup

fingers blistered twisted swishers

pimp died and it hurt

but i handle my issue

i got several pistols

that won't whistle

missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue

mississippi's my home

'til i'm die and i'm gone

i know i put it on my back

held that bitch up alone

with no label b-backin

pride split into fractions

i hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin

and y'all scared

lets talk about pimp c

bun b

eightball

mjg

big boi

dre 3000

scarface

willie d

t.i.p

young jeezy

birdman

lil weezy

trick daddy

young buck

sosodef

jermaine depri

j prince

rap-a-lot

juicy j

dj paul

slim thug

lil' keke

chamillionare

paul wall

we all different but we all rep the same thang

god first

family then money in the south mayne

they call me peeimp tyte! mjg

the dirty south

is everything i want

everything i need

everything i'm longin for

when i'm outta town gotta get home

just for

everything that i been raised to love

the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us

racial profilin

police harassment regular days to us

you say door

we say do'; you say four

we say fo'

you say whore

we say hoe; you want more

but we want mo'

what else is there left for me to do?

this the dedication from me to you

the south

i know you gonna see

me through

so until i die i wanna be

wit'chu

you're everything