[Intro: Young Buck]
Young Buck, Lil' Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch
The dirty dirty
Show 'em how the South do
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby, show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to cashville, y'all gon see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen
We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot, and start bustin'
I know I'm country, I can't help it I'm from Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this hennessy, and blowin up my enemies
Y'all niggas remember me? (remember me?)
Not because the birds ten a ki'
But Young Buck been a g', I give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar
Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
Young Buck, Lil' Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch
The dirty dirty
Show 'em how the South do
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Gold grills, Coupe DeVilles sittin' on 22's
The dirty, dirty baby, show 'em how the South do
We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we bout
And on behalf of G-Unit, welcome to the South
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Working this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel
Just come to cashville, y'all gon see how hood it is
We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen
We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it
Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin'
We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot, and start bustin'
I know I'm country, I can't help it I'm from Tennessee
I'm throwin' up this hennessy, and blowin up my enemies
Y'all niggas remember me? (remember me?)
Not because the birds ten a ki'
But Young Buck been a g', I give a fuck who you be boy
I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it
To be a star, all you need is a Pyrex Jar
Some soldiers, and some baking soda, you can buy that car
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