CunninLynguists - The South lyrics

I swing in from the south
(Venturin' through parts of the
South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath)
I swing in from the south
(Venturin' through parts of the
South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath)
I swing in from the south
(yeah, that's how we do it in the south)

Aw yeah, welcome to the South everybody
Creepin up outta the dirty south
Unexpectedly hittin' ya head
Like a stick of lead whippin' you
Flippin' you outta bed
Cause on my block the sidewalk
Can sizzle an egg and we as hip hop as a
Cripple with dreads missin a leg
Visitors get addicted and don't wanna leave
Blowin on trees from Kentucky


To the Florida keys
Humidity floats in the breeze
And this is the only place where shorties can
Go to the beach and grow double D's
Like GOOD JESUS let me rub
Some lotion on your cleavage
Cause where we live summertime
Lasts about four seasons
Parties are real loud car
Systems got clear sounds
Birds fly here in winter chickens
Are here year round and they ass is meaner
The grass is greener and tap is cleaner
Follow me and any questions
Just ask the leaders
And the blunted genius of
CunninLynguists spittin it clear
Sippin beer on a postcard like
"I wish you were here"

So come on down
Show and tell with some southern belles
Tricks with treats you don't keep
In a pumpkin pail
Hospitality? we treat our company well
From Kentucky bales of hay way
Down to Florida shales
Gals with chunky tails
Lookin' like something swell
Niggas and negrelles smoked out
On country trails you try and visit actin'
Ignant and startin' hell
Your trip'll last about as long as the XFL
Here, the weather's hot
Streets? we keep em blocked
Mardi gras in every spot like we live
In a land without some clocks
From them Virginia docks
To Mississippi crops
Swing through Atlanta where them
Switches be liftin' shocks so please
Leave all trash in the Herbie-Curby
Welcome to the dirty dirty
Home of them purdy-girlies
Birdies ready for flight, dawgs ready to bite
The southern south paw
But everything is all-right

I swing in from the south
(Venturin' through parts of the
South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath)
I swing in from the south
(Venturin' through parts of the
South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath)
I swing in from the south
(yeah, that's how we do it in the south)

But in the dirty south
Everything ain't all peaceful
We still got racist people with inflated egos
Got foul cops shootin at niggas
Like we some free throws rough nights
Bug bites from Jumanji mosquitoes
Fiends that hug pipes, drug life
Pills and needles
Streets with much hype and some
Like to kill people
And if you don't want cops cuffin
You up after your freak show
Remember jail bait's are developed
So check IDs, yo
But still the home of black
Eyed peas, collard greens, that soul food
The home of southernplayalistic pimps
Lettin they hoes loose
The home of that bluegrass, red clay
Zephyrhills
Cadillac grills, battle rap skills
The home of Miami Bass, 808's
And spring breaks
Girls with tank asses from VA
To the Lando Lakes
The home of gold fronts, home grown skunk
The home of sippin shine
The home of everything under
The Mason-Dixon Line

I swing in from the south
(Venturin' through parts of the
South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath)
I swing in from the south
(Venturin' through parts of the
South so dirty
You'll want to be given a bath)
I swing in from the south
(yeah, that's how we do it in the south)