[H.A.W.K.] Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind side Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah died It's just Southern pride, inside and outside Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide Some people done lied, told you that we countrified Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean ride If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern fried Let me be your tour guide, up the South and Northside And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg tied Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried Roaches get pesticide, we won't be denied Playa I reside, on the Southside Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside
[Hook] What you boys know, about the Dirty South Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out What you boys know about that Lone Star state Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade? What you boys know, about them Texas boys We the ones Down South, making all the noise What you boys know, about that S.U.C. This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T
[H.A.W.K.] On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with that I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't get in that I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you rugrats I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and flats We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it We arch you to it, like Nike just do it You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn If you not from round here, you boys will learn that
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[H.A.W.K.] Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like Digga Southern flow spitter, don't mess with quitters Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the chills What boys know, bout eggs and grits Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits What you boys know, bout starchy jeans And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen What you boys know, bout brand new whips Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips What you boys know, bout moving snow I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed
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[Hook] What you boys know, about the Dirty South Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out What you boys know about that Lone Star state Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade? What you boys know, about them Texas boys We the ones Down South, making all the noise What you boys know, about that S.U.C. This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T
[H.A.W.K.] On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with that I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't get in that I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you rugrats I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and flats We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it We arch you to it, like Nike just do it You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn If you not from round here, you boys will learn that
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[H.A.W.K.] Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like Digga Southern flow spitter, don't mess with quitters Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the chills What boys know, bout eggs and grits Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits What you boys know, bout starchy jeans And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen What you boys know, bout brand new whips Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips What you boys know, bout moving snow I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed
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