bun b (talking):    Man fo real I love being from the dirty south mane    It made me the G I am today    made me the hustla I am today    the grinda, the baller, the gangsat I am today    A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see    comin from the south but we doin well n the south mane,    but ima tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been,    gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha f**kin where    take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.       bun b:    It's that candy paint, 84s    belts and buckles chrome and grill    leather seats, stitched and tucked    TV screens and wooden wheels    Swade roof, neon lights    whole tire swang and bang    top drop, blades chop    big wheel just hangin man    white ts, fitted hats    jordans or da dickies (dickies)    that swisha sweet cigarillos filled up with the stickey    15s bamin    and the base keep kickin    cadillac do slammin    on dem 4 4s tippin    we ain't trippin just flippin    these haters dip when they see us (when they see us)    cause they can neva beat us best us or be us    I'm a G thats a genius    besta just respect my duggie man    it’s the south, ain't nothin above it and thats why I love it mane fo real.       Rick Ross:    Pray at night, we sellin white    Got one key trine sell it twice    Yellow stones all in my shit    Yellow bones all in my dick    Honeycomb I call my crib    Money long, that’s on my kids    I rock Peta, my uncle chad    UGK you can’t f**k wit dat    Niggas fake, they hate my candypaint    And all the paper that your partner make    Shakin dice like a face of life    Champaign just ain’t tastin right    Haterade they Gatorade    Look at these seats, they gator made    Friend or foe niggas never know (know)    Never know when you finna blow       David Banner:    Do you scrape up the curb    Then was sippin some syrup    Then was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in dat heard    But I handle my issue    I got several pistols    That won’t whistle, missles not grisled from fatty tissue    Mississippi’s my home    Till I’m die and I’m gone    I know I put it on my back held dat bitch up alone    Put no lable but docking    Pride split into fractions    I hit the ocean on heavy bustin back at the crackin    Ya’ll know (Ya’ll know)       8 Ball:    Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B    8 Ball, MJG    Big Boi, Dre 3000    Scarface, Willie D    T.I.P, Young Jeezy    Birdman, Lil Weezy    Trick Daddy, Young Buck    So So Def, Jermaine Depri    J Priss 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 mane.       MJG:    They call me pimp tight, MJG    The dirty south, it’s everything I want, everything I need    Everything I’m hungry for    When I’m outta town gotta get home just for it    Everything that I been raised to love    The wheels that my grandmamma gave to us    Racial profilin, police harass are regular days to us    You say door, we say doe    You say four, we say fo    You say whore, we say ho    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 with you    You’re everything.