H.A.W.K. - What You Boys Know lyrics

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[H.A.W.K.]

Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open

Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde

If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind side

Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah died

It's just Southern pride, inside and outside

Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide

Some people done lied, told you that we countrified

Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean ride

If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side

Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern fried

Let me be your tour guide, up the South and Northside

And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg tied

Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried

Roaches get pesticide, we won't be denied

Playa I reside, on the Southside

Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside

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What you boys know, about the Dirty South

Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out

What you boys know about that Lone Star state

Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade?

What you boys know, about them Texas boys

We the ones Down South, making all the noise

What you boys know, about that S.U.C.

This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T

[H.A.W.K.]

On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts

Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with that

I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that

The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't get in that

I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack

Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you rugrats

I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that

At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks

All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks

Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and flats

We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats

Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats

That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it

We arch you to it, like Nike just do it

You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn

If you not from round here, you boys will learn that

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[H.A.W.K.]

Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter

Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter

See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas

Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas

I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger

I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like Digga

Southern flow spitter, don't mess with quitters

Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the chills

What boys know, bout eggs and grits

Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits

What you boys know, bout starchy jeans

And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen

What you boys know, bout brand new whips

Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips

What you boys know, bout moving snow

I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed

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