The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
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I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers, and drug niggas
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We bust shots and slugs on hot blocks of thug niggas
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I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
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If it's beef I shine in the dark and I keep my gun sparkin'
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Well it's the dirty, we young figgas plug rikkas
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Well stunnin', front with ya, we hunt and come hit ya
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Gizuh, now grab me and still might out run this
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We gonna tell the towman and woman, tell 'em sure done this
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They got me laughin' and jokin', crystal blastin' and smokin'
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Mashin' askin' for action while they gaggin' and chokin'
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Yeah that's real boy, them field boys be thug not
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You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house
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Look for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave and micros
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Field boys we smoke by, freak by these bow-ties
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Quick rain the flip flop, gangstank in the zip-locks
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Bitches need stitches whinin' bitches with lip gloss
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We filthy boy, we nasty boy, we dirty
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You beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me?
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cottin' pickers, and rottin' niggas, we takin' over
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we field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia
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[Hook x2]
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It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty
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Da dirty, boy it's real in the field
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It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)
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The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
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It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the field
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Dedicated to southern housin' and better make a meal
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The southern way, no other way, there's no better way to live
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Like sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but real
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Southern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk,
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while you blazin' the gun, and too dirty ain't no wastin' his bong
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Representin' the place where you from, the gritty, bidding player
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Suberbans on twenties player, swing at a grinning player
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Smoltin' reds, foul heads, phase fours and glats
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The watermelon, beer can and peaches we roll with that
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Want a visit well, the welcomers deader than door mat
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Wanna beef well, run your way, do it in 'bout four flat
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Better know that a contemplayer and show that
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Them field mob cats fill the off with toe tacks
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If you can't survive in the dirty, player then go back
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Or run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that
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[Hook x2]
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It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty
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Da dirty, boy it's real in the field
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It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)
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The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
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Feel my foes from the field deep down in the south
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Smokin' t-shirts and jeans, watch we go here and by
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Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
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Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
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To my thugs from the field deep down in the south
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Real big guns and barred paper chasin' for clock
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Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
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Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
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Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
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Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
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[Hook x3 to fade]
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It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty
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Da dirty, boy it's real in the field
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It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)
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The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
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Da' Durty
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| Field Mob |
