Bun B - You're Everything lyrics

rate me

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.

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.

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

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)

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.

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.