It's going down Tennessee Justin Timberlake Timbaland Three 6 Mafia Tennessee VA, Dirty South, Dirty South It's how we do what we do, man When we do
of Hard times Theres no love to be found [The Game] I?m feeling like a black Democrat, Barack Obama but the only nigga that can catch Osama Spray lambas and get good head
a fucking New Yorker Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture I'll be in a jalopy with a mami gettin' head rest And howl at
that shall inherit the surrogate means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here) Shiest heads
Yeah Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, Yall AAAAHHHH Shit Bricks See me on the block with tha chromed out drop Lambskin head to toe bustin
all reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy (Nigga,Slap! Slap!) (Right across your melon, easy
Keep it real, you be swerving to If yo shit spinnin' 'bout a thousand hoes done heard of you That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes Hang out the
a knife in his coat And when the streets brought heat that's when da drama was fed Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in the head I don't scratch my head
and a crew of Gs So, niggas'll come and look for you if a sneeze Or even breathe the wrong way Ya better do what the song say And be easy or else it'
's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga And you know what that mean bitch Makin' easy money, pimpin
that I don't care Come tomorrow, I'll be there Take the Greyhound It's a dog of a way to get around Take the Greyhound It's a dog gone easy way to get
nigga wit a knife in his coat And in the streets broke heathens Went through drama especially Moma swung on a nigga I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga) I don't scratch my head
projects We sold the most crack, since '86 Don't handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug You think you're dirty over there but we're more dirtier We
a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word He sells pills to dirty imbeciles. He sets off, lookin' for viruses So that his easy hand makes the strings
Bobby Darwin's daughter Looks up from the Bible she's been reading To the clock on her dirty wall of a double wide, it's 3 a.m. Her husband's on the
to die I came here lijke so many did To find the better life To find my piece of easy street To finally be alive And I know nothing good comes easy And
with a mechanical corset? I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats Will you wash the easy bidet out of her head? Queen