Dirty South by Cunninlynguists
[SOS]
Aw yeah, welcome to the South everybody
Creepin up outta the Dirty South unexpectedly hittin ya head
like a stick of lead whippin you, flippin you outta bed
Cause on my block the sidewalk can sizzle an egg
and we as hip hop as a cripple with dreads missin a leg
visitors get addicted and don't wanna leave
blowin on trees from Kentucky to the Florida keys
Humidity floats in the breeze
and this is the only place where shorties can go to the beach and grow double D's
like GOOD JESUS. Let me rub some lotion on your cleavage
cause where we live summertime lasts about four seasons
Parties are real loud. Car systems got clear sounds
Birds fly here in winter. Chickens are here year round
and they ass is meaner, the grass is greener and tap is cleaner
Follow me and any questions just ask the leaders
and the blunted genius of CunninLynguists spittin it clear
Sippin beer on a postcard like, "I wish you were here."
[Deacon the Villian]
So come on down, show and tell with some southern belles
tricks with treats you don't keep in a pumpkin pail
hospitality? we treat our company well
from Kentucky bails of hay way down to Florida shells
gals with chunky tails, lookin' like something swell
niggaz and negrelles smoked out on country trails
you try and visit actin' ignant and startin' hell
your trip'll last about as long as the XFL
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