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   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 dumb   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      To my all this road 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 dumb   What you niggas know about the Dirty South?   What you niggas know about the Dirty South?   Hey, hey, the Dirty South