[Hook: x2]
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I'm a Southern nigga, Houston Texas nigga
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Syrup sipper nigga, candy paint dripper
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Wood grain gripper, chrome wheel spinner
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Land other man, hol' up Dirty nigga
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[Mr. Lee:]
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I'm a Southern boy, that's why I act this way
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I'm rolling chrome 23's, on a Escallade
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We keep it crunk brah, we stay leaned up
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Foam cups, filled up with the purple stuff
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Houston Texas boy, I represent it boy
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Land of the Dirty Dirty, and them candy cars
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We rolling Cadillacs, with the wheel on back
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And the leather and wood, with the top back
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[Rell:]
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I'm a Texas nigga, wide frame reckless nigga
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Cornbread breakfast nigga, you disrespect this nigga
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We hit a club or two, then get a clucker too
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Then get it popping like sodas, make 'em do the do
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We ride 22's, some call 'em Clyde the glide's
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We lean side to side, with the lean inside the ride
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You can't compare with I, I do what I feel
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Ice chain ice watch, light blue so I chill
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[Hook x2]
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[8 Ball:]
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Big dog big rims, sub woofer shaking every car alarms
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Going off, and I can't see the smoke is heavy
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Legendary spitter, hoe hitter and money getter
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Hot on the mic, when it comes to shit like this I'm cold like Winter
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Southern nigga, but I don't know shit bout cows and horses
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We hustle hard, cop that new shit smoking on golf courses
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Bitches keep 'em got em, never had a problem getting em
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Flows keep 'em got em, never had a problem spitting em
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[E-Roc:]
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Me I'm a dirty nigga, candy slab rolling nigga
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Ain't never had a job, paper still folding nigga
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E-Roc's a soldier nigga, Nodd Factor's holding nigga
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Sipping on grape Sprite, purple haze blowing nigga
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We exercise game, like 24 hour fitness
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15's be knocking in your hood, like a Jehovah witness
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The streets love us mayn, sick cause they love us too
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Love it when TV screens, sky dive up out the roof
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' Keke:]
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It's the Don nigga, better be strapped and rolling hard with your guns nigga
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Slab riding, and fa sho I'm not the one nigga
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Try to test it ain't no playing, you'll get done nigga
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You better run, nigga
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This C.M.G. boy, ain't nothing for free boy
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And get it gangsta on the streets, ten a ki boy
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You know this Big Unit, with that dirty honey
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Get you a dirty bird, if you got dirty money
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[Slim Thug:]
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The big Boss man, H-Town representer
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Slim Thugger, shut your town down when I enter
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Tall like a center, and a raw Dirty South boss
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I got what it costs, to get you bumped off
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I'm boss hogging, 22 inch crawling
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A young stunner never stalling, I ain't new to this balling
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I'm a vet, sliding on chrome in some'ing wet
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Pieced up thoed deck, represent for my set ha
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[Hook x2]
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Southern Nigga
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Lil' Keke |