One to the two, the three, the four
Them dirty red dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on
And they ain't gon' leave
until they find them kids
Now if Dirty Bill Clinton
Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five
and stuck his ass for three
will stick his goons on me?
That's where I learned my slickest tricks
I call it Lemonhead Delight
It's when you lick off all the yellow
Well the pimpin' be a sport,
see I be bein' that wide receiver
will make y niggas believers
off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches
When I'm too sober, get older,
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs,
Fuckin' around with hoes,
bustin' nuts in they mouth
Speakin' that same southern slang,
lookin' for love off in your jaw
See powder get you hyper,
Cigarettes give you cancer,
See, never did I think, when I got grown
had been un took this town
See, life's a bitch, then you figure out
Why you really got dropped
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' juice left
Talkin' bout all this blow traffic got to stop
another backstreet to take
We didn't understand all nigga
That's when me and Big Slate
and left them quiet as hell
What you niggas know about the dirt inside?
Now the Cobra's got the boys
Give a parlor that Miss Ashley said
Behind the black, behind the green,
Dealers breakin' off that floor
A lot of faces ain't around,
Scatter Mack droppin' cheese
Eric Neal is the coolest from my century
Macktown keeps growin' old school like
Charles Stankin' like them
Lankins and Piedmont Pauls
Perry Homes, the Herna Homes,
Adam Field, the Pool Creek
shit just don't sleep in the Dirty Sides
2 to 3 to 4, them dirty red dogs
And they got everybody on
And they ain't gon' leave
until they find them kids
See powder get you hyper,
Cigarettes give you cancer,
Ah, yeah, yeah, the dirt is sound
