Q-Stone - Dirty South lyrics

(*talking*) Huh hold up, 2000 and 2 You already know how we do You know I'm saying, pull up in front of the club Banging looking good, hopping out and swanging on blue Boss Hogg Outlaws, doing what they wanna do Security talking bout, turn the music down Man we walk up to the club, do what we wanna (huh) Smelling like dro you already know Slim Thug tell 'em how we do it [Slim Thug] We riding big body Benz, Gucci shade lens Me and all my friends, got the platinum diamond grins Every thing I'm in spin, on twenty inch Lorenz Laid back on buck skin, with my braids in the wind Not a twin, but me and Ray Face got twin Coupes Me and my super thoed group, drop platinum hits like Snoop I can't hoop, but people still call me a balla And I can't shoot, but people still call me a shot caller Standing taller than the rest, staying dressed to impress Twenty karats on my chest, Gator boot, suits and vests Don't mess with the best, cause we put boys to rest Respect that Houston Tex, cause we break and stack checks Dirty Third sip bar, endo in cigar Menage tois in the spa, like a p**no star Me and E up to par, wherever we are Flipping bar foreign cars, double R Jaguars [Chorus: Carmen San Diego] You don't wanna bang with us Cause you know we dangerous If you real, you can swing with us Cause we are from that Dirty South [Chorus: E.S.G. & Slim Thug] When we hit the club, you know we thugged out Twenty-fo' seven, them boys they iced out First thing they say, who let them Hoggs out They must be from the Dirty South [Carmen San Diego] Carmen San, and you got's to like me Cause I'm pulling up fly, looking nice and icey If a playa wanna hit, tell me what the price be Six digits no less, baby don't strive me Hopping me and my crew, roll up big body Benz Chromed out twenties, big bubbled eyed blue lens All my playas set trends, and spend big dividends Southside showing up, blowing up bubbling Club parking is packed, me and my click walking in Diamonds shining, blinding and sparkling Best believe we squash that chatter, they stopping and talking in When the club let out, this Big Billy I'm hopping in [Chorus] [E.S.G.] Big stack of paying dues, sitting fat on 22's 9-5 Air Macks, my platinum FUBU Squatting in my drop, my Cardier watch The mo' Lac I got, the harder they bop Stash spot for Glock, two tone Navigator hot Boss Hogg calling shots, trying to block spray the block Make 'em stop, three karat rock the ice thick Baller blockers caught a flicks, I'ma pull up my convicts This is it, everything I spit a hit Got swanging and banging, popping trunks reclining kits In the mix, in a 6 with a body full of gliss Two punching keys chicks, Sade and G the sh** Twenties turn and twist, with each lane I switch Mary Jane in my piss, wood grain in my fist Clarion screens lit, banging at a high fix Banging R. Kelly screwed, I Wish, I Wish [Chorus - 2x]