Released: November 7, 1995
Featuring: Big Boi
Songwriter: Big Gipp Cool Breeze Big Boi Organized Noize
Producer: Organized Noize
[Intro]
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
[Verse 1: Cool Breeze]
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 Martel Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it "Lemonhead Delight"
That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white.
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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, ho!
[Hook]
See powder gets you hyper; reefer makes you calm;
Cigarettes give you cancer; woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
[Verse 3: Cool Breeze]
See never did I think when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took this 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 Jed 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 ain't yours"
That's when me and Big Slate 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?
[Verse 4: Big Gipp]
Now that Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp hollered at Miss Ann, she said they didn't get trapped
Behind the black, behind green, behind the red tint
Dealers breaking 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 the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neal is the 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 the Homes
Adamsville to Poole Creek, shit, just don't sleep in the 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 dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the 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
[Verse 1: Cool Breeze]
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 Martel Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest tricks in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it "Lemonhead Delight"
That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white.
[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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, ho!
[Hook]
See powder gets you hyper; reefer makes you calm;
Cigarettes give you cancer; woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
[Verse 3: Cool Breeze]
See never did I think when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took this 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 Jed 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 ain't yours"
That's when me and Big Slate 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?
[Verse 4: Big Gipp]
Now that Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp hollered at Miss Ann, she said they didn't get trapped
Behind the black, behind green, behind the red tint
Dealers breaking 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 the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neal is the 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 the Homes
Adamsville to Poole Creek, shit, just don't sleep in the 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 dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
From the album
- Soul Food (1995)