You're Everything

Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man

It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today

The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man

Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with

What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man

But I'mma tell you like this

Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga

We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where

Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!

It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill

Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels

Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang

Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man

White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)

That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)

The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'

Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'

We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)

'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us

I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man

It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real

You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)

Do what you want me to (I will do anything)

Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)

What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice

Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick

Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids

R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that

Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make

Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right

Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made

Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow

Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup

Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt

But I handle my issue, I got several pistols

That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue

Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone

I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone

With no label backin', pride split into fractions

I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)

You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)

Do what you want me to (I will do anything)

Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)

What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG

Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D

T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy

Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri

J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul

Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall

We all different but we all rep the same thing

God first, family then money in the South man

They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG

The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for

When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for

Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us

Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us

You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'

You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'

What else is there left for me to do?

This the dedication from me to you

The South, I know you gonna see, me through

So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything

You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)

Do what you want me to (I will do anything)

Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)

What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)