That's Dirty
Yeah
Big pimpin' over here, you see?
South Southern (yeah)
Do it like them (yeah, yeah)
Right on
It was a lot of big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And whole lot of southern game
A lot of colored folks
And a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
I'm a pimp slash head buster
Pink gator wearing, huncher, Henny guzzler
You can catch me in my Chevy with the under
The front seat, getting throat form this
Named Rhonda and Janice
I'm a freak folk but I ain't steal it, I stoled it
I'm a sucker for a shawt thick hoochie with bow legs
Or a knock knee'd Amazon horse with pro
Droppin' hits with cash money
So haters just gone say it
But this rap ain't bout no hatin' so haters just gone hate
I ain't really into platinum so I'm still gold
I represent Alabama
Folk you shoulda knowed that
Down here we all Hillbilly Clampett like Jed
That stuff that happened to R. Kelly
Got a player so scared
If a girl ever say I raped her man
If you ever wanna know what's going through my forehead
It's how to break all these chickens I got for more eggs
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
Well, it's the gangsta smellin' like a strong pound of
A mouth full of gold, a nappy headed fro
I stay movin' slow, I keep my swol'
Was born cut throat so my quick to blow
Don't give a damn if we die
That's how it is on my side
Click up with my G's air out yo' hood
And now it's bye, bye
Don't want no beef then don't try
We got them thangs that you fire
With them big timers every thang we do is so fly
So tell me what you want now
And matter of fact
Let me tell you something 'bout I
I'm Mr. G, you know me
The gangsta represent the slum
And every time you see me
Hell, I'm rollin' up a
And if I'm in the club
Damn right, the gangsta drunk
I'm runnin' with the thugs
'Cause the thugs make you crunk
The thugs make you jump
The thugs in the gump
Them haters talk
And them haters getting stomped
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
They call me Lil Burn O-N-E, the professor
Sixteen ounces on my dresser, yes, sir
Got mega, x liquor, you know whatever
Gators, furs, feathers, big pimpin' in Alabama
It's that slum grammar, backyard and through Atlanta
Shot through macon though
To chill with Rachel in Savannah
She's a green sticky gold-digger that like to get me
She gone breed with me, player
So please believe wit me
I'm bustin' Chocolate Phillies, lip lickin' and kickin'
Some strong whiskey just to keep my bone stiffy
My home is the dirty south and I stay 'bout my
Own business, watch yo' mouth
Don't lose your feelings
With that gum bumpin'
I'm comin with this flow that's
Letting all who didn't before know that
I be Mr. Blue and I'm standin' on yo' floor mat
And standin' at yo' door
While you wonder where yo' woe at
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
Big pimpin' over here, you see?
South Southern (yeah)
Do it like them (yeah, yeah)
Right on
It was a lot of big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And whole lot of southern game
A lot of colored folks
And a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
I'm a pimp slash head buster
Pink gator wearing, huncher, Henny guzzler
You can catch me in my Chevy with the under
The front seat, getting throat form this
Named Rhonda and Janice
I'm a freak folk but I ain't steal it, I stoled it
I'm a sucker for a shawt thick hoochie with bow legs
Or a knock knee'd Amazon horse with pro
Droppin' hits with cash money
So haters just gone say it
But this rap ain't bout no hatin' so haters just gone hate
I ain't really into platinum so I'm still gold
I represent Alabama
Folk you shoulda knowed that
Down here we all Hillbilly Clampett like Jed
That stuff that happened to R. Kelly
Got a player so scared
If a girl ever say I raped her man
If you ever wanna know what's going through my forehead
It's how to break all these chickens I got for more eggs
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
Well, it's the gangsta smellin' like a strong pound of
A mouth full of gold, a nappy headed fro
I stay movin' slow, I keep my swol'
Was born cut throat so my quick to blow
Don't give a damn if we die
That's how it is on my side
Click up with my G's air out yo' hood
And now it's bye, bye
Don't want no beef then don't try
We got them thangs that you fire
With them big timers every thang we do is so fly
So tell me what you want now
And matter of fact
Let me tell you something 'bout I
I'm Mr. G, you know me
The gangsta represent the slum
And every time you see me
Hell, I'm rollin' up a
And if I'm in the club
Damn right, the gangsta drunk
I'm runnin' with the thugs
'Cause the thugs make you crunk
The thugs make you jump
The thugs in the gump
Them haters talk
And them haters getting stomped
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
They call me Lil Burn O-N-E, the professor
Sixteen ounces on my dresser, yes, sir
Got mega, x liquor, you know whatever
Gators, furs, feathers, big pimpin' in Alabama
It's that slum grammar, backyard and through Atlanta
Shot through macon though
To chill with Rachel in Savannah
She's a green sticky gold-digger that like to get me
She gone breed with me, player
So please believe wit me
I'm bustin' Chocolate Phillies, lip lickin' and kickin'
Some strong whiskey just to keep my bone stiffy
My home is the dirty south and I stay 'bout my
Own business, watch yo' mouth
Don't lose your feelings
With that gum bumpin'
I'm comin with this flow that's
Letting all who didn't before know that
I be Mr. Blue and I'm standin' on yo' floor mat
And standin' at yo' door
While you wonder where yo' woe at
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
It was a lot big pimpin'
Cadillacs and women
And a whole lot of Southern game
A lot of colored folks and a big cloud of smoke
And that's when the police came
They said break it up stop it
Don't another women pop it
But the party kept going to the early (what?)
Morn' to the dawn the dang, dang, dang, dang
Somebody screamed out, "That's dirty"
Credits
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Tarvares Jevon Webster, Daniel Patrice Thomas, Timothy James Harris, J'ante Lacasio Howard
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