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lirik lagu goodie mob - dirty south (a cappella)

[intro: goodie mob & cool breeze]
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

[verse 1: cool breeze]
now, dirty bill clinton fronted me some weight
told me to keep two, bring him back eight
and i only brought him five and held only 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 sl!ckest tricks in the hustlin’ game
like my favorite, i call it “lemonhead dеlight”
that’s when you l!ck off all the yellow and you sеll the white

[verse 2: big boi]
right, well if pimpin’ be a sport, see, i be bein’ the wide receiver
the player the b~i~g will make y’all people believers (yep)
sippin’ on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as what
callin’ them crows snitches, and foldin’ my leaves up
when i’m too sober, year older, now i’m almost legal (legal)
wanted to live the life of cadillacs, impalas and regals (uh)
messin’ around with crows, playin’ cuts in the south
kickin’ that same southern slang
lookin’ for love off in your jaw, crow
[chorus: goodie mob & cool breeze]
see, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm
cigarettes give you cancer, woo~woo’s make you dumb
what you really know about the dirty south?
what you really know about the dirty south?

[verse 3: cool breeze]
see, never did i think when i got grown
that some pee~wee sacks had been done took this town
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 threw this road block
talkin’ ’bout all this blow 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, “nah, man, that money ain’t yours”
that’s when me and big slate 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 ’em quiet as h~ll
[chorus: goodie mob & cool breeze]
what you really know about the dirty south?
what you really know about the dirty south?

[verse 4: big gipp]
now that cobras got the boys on delowe on they back
gipp hollered at miss ann, she said they didn’t get trapped
behind the black, behind green, behind the red tint
dealers breaking off that blow up for them 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 the grind with cool breeze, droppin’ pounds with b
eric neal is the coolest from my century
mack town keeps growing, old school like charles
stankin’ like them lincolns in piedmont park
perry homes to herndon homes, to all the homes
adamsville to poole creek, shh, just don’t sleep in the dirty south

[pre~chorus: goodie mob & cool breeze]
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

[chorus: goodie mob & cool breeze]
see, powder gets you hyper, reefer makes you calm
cigarettes give you cancer, woo~woo’s make you dumb
what you really know about the dirty south?
what you really know about the dirty south?
[outro: ceelo green]
ah, yeah yeah, the dirty south

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