Young Buck Feat David Banner & Welcome to the South (Dirty) Lyrics

[Young Buck:]
Young Buck, Lil Flip, David Banner c'mon
G-Unit In This b____, G-Unit In This b____

The Dirty, Dirty
Show 'Em How The South Do
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

Working This Wood Wheel, Ya'll Don't Know How Good It Feel
Just Come To Cashville, Ya'll Gon See How Hood It Is
We In The Projects, Cookin' Chikens In The Kitchen
We Goto Prison, But Get Out And Go Back To Get In It
Your Hood Ain't No Harder Than Mine, b____, We All Thuggin'
We Fight In Clubs, Hit The Parkin Lot, And Start Bustin'
I Know I'm Country, I Cant Help It I'm From Tennessee
I'm Throwin' Up This Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll n____s Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A f___ 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

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

[David Banner:]
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't f___in, Man I'm Commin Ak 40's Bustin',
7's And Mack 11's
I Told 'Em All I Ain't No Hoe
But n____s Don't Listen Till You Kick A n____,
Smack Him With That Callico
I'm Tryin To Stay In Gods Plan
But I Hadta Show These f__gots That Your f___in With A Man, Ya b____!
I Left Them n____s Needin'Path
And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend,
Gotta Go, Gotta Go, f___in Mash Out
I Hit The Dro' A Lil More And Then I Pass Out
Crashin' The H2, b____es I Hate You
Now U Keep Talkin s___, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them f__gots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them b____es Come And Get Me
Cuz I Was Born In This b____ To Die
I'm In Queens, In Your 'Lac, With Your b____, Gettin' High

[Lil Flip:]
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So f___ Ya'll n____s Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby Momma Kissin' Me, Talkin' 'Bout She Missin' Me
Since I'm A Star, When I Hit The Door, They Never Friskin' Me
Cuz I Pack A Pack A Pound, Just Ask Around, Like 50 "I'll Back You Down"
Run To Ya' Crib And Snach Ya' Pounds, Everybody On The Ground
You Know My n____s Hold Me Down, What Goes Around Comes Around
I Represent H-Town, Still Run The Underground
With Bricks On The Greyhound, Spree's On My Escalade
I'm Glad I Made It Out The Game, It Gotta Be A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down

[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
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