[Intro](Baby talking)
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["Dirty" in background]
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(Tssssssssss, off the top whoady)
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(Fa my dawgs, ya unda'stand?)
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Talkin bout, baaaaabyy,
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(What it be like)
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(Got ta love dis shit playboy)
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(Ya unda'stand, and these hoes definatly got ta jock dey shit)
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(My nigga won't come down bottom 'n its all gravy)
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(Ya know, got ta respect where u from, lil' L.A. whoady)
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(Y'all like ta ride, but down bottom, we love ta survive)
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(Ain't no thang ta me)
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(Ain't no way u can come down bottom, and don't make green whoady)
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[Verse 1]
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Lately, I been thinkin' bout love,
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Hasn't often happen to me, (Fa sho' playa)
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The only thing I always think of,
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Stays inside of me,
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Go on y'all, get out the kitchen,
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Because my bliss cookin',
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Me 'n Ms. Daisy kissin',
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While ain't nobody lookin',
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Cook out at my uncles house,
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Whole neighborhood goin' be there,
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And its the fourth of July so you know it's on at the pier,
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IiiiiIIIIiii love them county girls,
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With they big ole butts,
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Can't get my hopes up,
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'Cause she prob'ly my cousin,
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Sometimes when I get real homely,
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And a nigga feels all alone,
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Put down my micraphone,
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Time to goooo......
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[Chorus]
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["Dirty!" in background]
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Home, where, cotton grows,
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And them gangstas rool,
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On them white-wall Vogues,
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And my grandpa Russel on them old dirt roads,
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Pick up my stones,
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Damn I wanna go home,
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[Verse 2]
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I won't forget where I done came from, (Better not boy)
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Before I even knew I was me,
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Saw all the flicks of me and my moms,
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Playin' with them moths in the tree,
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And yes I do remember,
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All of them family reunions,
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Grandmama had twenty-fo' kids,
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And that's the damn sho' truth,
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Even when I moved to Cali',
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Had to go back every summer,
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Grandaddy got so excited,
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You'd think Santa Clause was commin',
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Gettin' down in the middle of the road,
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Mini V had a party that night,
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Me 'n Pink infront of Uncle G's house,
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Drinkin' beer gettin' high as a kite,
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Even when I got, bigga',
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WESTSIDE fa' life, nigga,
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Where ever I go,
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I take the dirty south with me,
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[Chorus x2]
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[Outro] (Baby talking) {TQ singing}
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["Dirty" in background]
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This one right here,
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(What about it?)
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{When I go down there}
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Goes out to tha dirty south,
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{Yeaaaaaaaa}
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Where y'all came from,
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{Yeaaaaaaaa}
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Home of the struggle baby,
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(Don't fuck with me nigga, you know what we all about)
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{And ya know what I'm talkin' bout}
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(Ya unda'stand)
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For my grandaddy,
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I love you,
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Rest In Peace,
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{Lately I been thinkin' bout love}
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{Hasn't often happened to me}
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{The only thing I always think of}
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{Stays inside of me}
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[Chorus 'till fade]
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(Nigga, I got some bling bling fo' ya)
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('n some ching ching fo' ya)
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(I got a brand new Bentley fo' ya)
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(Y'all need ta come down here)
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('N shed some love with us)
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(You can marry the money whoady)
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(I'll jock yo' style playboy)
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Dirty
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| TQ |
