Bun B, 8Ball, MJG, Rick Ross, David Banner - You're Everything lyrics

Man f'real I love bein from
The Dirty South mayne
It made me the G I am today
Made me the hustler I am today the grinder
The baller the gangster I am today mayne
Lot of people got opinions and, issues and
Problems with
What they see comin from the South and
Who doin what in the South mayne
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 mayne
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 (dip 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 mayne
It's the South
Ain't nothin above it and that's
Why I love it mayne! F'real

You're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)
Do what you want me to
(I will doooooooo anything)
Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhh bab bayyy)
What else is there to do
(I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

Yeah, keepin it trilla baby Texas
PA to H Town
3 oh-5 to Mi-Yayo you know what it is

Pray at night when you sellin white
Got one ki' tryin to sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit
Yellowbones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib
Money long that's on my kids
RIP 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 b backin
Pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy
Bustin back at the crackin
And y'all scared (y'all scared) yeah (yeah)

You're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)
Do what you want me to
(I will doooooooo anything)
Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhh bab bayyy)
What else is there to do
(I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)

Yeah, yeah
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball
MJG big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
TIP, 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 thang god first
Family then money in the South mayne

They-they call me Peeimp Tight! 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 grandmomma 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! (Ohh yeah)
Do what you want me to
(I will doooooooo anything)
Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhh bab bayyy)
What else is there to do
(I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)