Bun B - You're Everything (ft. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8-Ball | Текст песни

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[Talking: Bun B]
Man fo real I love being from the dirty south mane
It made me the G I am today
Made me the hustla I am today
The grinda, the baller, the gangsat I am today
A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin from the south but we doin well n the south mane, but I'm a tell you like this: f**k you dog, this the south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha f**kin where
Take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.

[Bun B:]
It's that candy paint, 84s
Belts and buckles chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitched and tucked
TV screens and wooden wheels
Swade roof, neon lights
Whole tire swang and bang
Top drop, blades chop
Big wheel just hangin man
White ts, fitted hats
Jordans or da dickies (dickies)
That swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey
15s bamin
And the base keep kickin
Cadillac do slammin
On dem 4 4s tippin
We ain't trippin just flippin
These haters dip when they see us (when they see us)
Cause they can neva beat us best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius
Besta just respect my duggie man
It's the south, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mane fo real.

[Rick Ross:]
Pray at night, we sellin white
Got one key trine sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit
Yellow bones all in my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib
Money long, that's on my kids
I rock Peta, my uncle chad
UGK you can't f**k with dat
Niggas fake, they hate my candypaint
And all the paper that your partner make
Shakin dice like a face of life
Champaign 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 finna blow

[David Banner:]
Do you scrape up the curb
Then was sippin some syrup
Then was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in dat heard
But I handle my issue
I got several pistols
That won't whistle, missles not grisled from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home
Till I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back held dat bitch up alone
Put no lable but docking
Pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on heavy bustin back at the crackin
Ya'll know (Ya'll know)

[8 Ball:]
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B
8 Ball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000
Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy
Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck
So So Def, Jermaine Depri
J Priss 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 mane.

[MJG:]
They call me pimp tight, MJG
The dirty south, it's everything I want, everything I need
Everything I'm hungry for
When I'm outta town gotta get home just for it
Everything that I been raised to love
The wheels that my grandmamma gave to us
Racial profilin, police harass are regular days to us
You say door, we say doe
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 with you
You're everything.

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