Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
 And they got everybody on they hands and knees
 And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

 Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
 Told me to keep two  bring him back eight
 And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
 Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
 See Martail Homes  that's my claim to fame
 That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
 Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
 That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

 Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
 That nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers
 Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
 Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
 When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
 Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
 Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
 Kickin' that same southern slang
 Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

 See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
 Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
 What you niggas know about the Dirty South
 What you niggas know about the Dirty South

 See never did I thank when I got grown
 That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
 See life's a bitch then you figure out
 Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
 See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
 You was bought, you was sold
 Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
 I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
 See East Point Atlanta threw this road block
 Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
 So the big time players off John Freeman Way
 Had to find themselves another back street to take
 Cause back in the day we was outta control
 We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"
 That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
 Never would we talk, never would we tell
 So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
 We took what we want and left them quiet as hell

 What you niggas know about the Dirty South
 What you niggas know about the Dirty South

 Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back
 Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
 Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
 Dealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchips
 A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
 Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
 Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B.
 Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century
 Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
 Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park
 Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
 Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South

 One to da two da three da four
 Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
 And they got everybody on they hands and knees
 And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

 See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
 Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
 What you niggas know about the Dirty South
 What you niggas know about the Dirty South