Bun B - You're EverythingLyrics

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 gangsta I am today A lot of people got opinions, issues, and problems with what they see comin' from the south but we doin well and the south mane, but I'ma tell you like this, fuck you dog this the south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha fuckin' 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 under 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 thats a genius Besta just respect my duggie man It's the south, ain't nothin' above it and thats why I love it mane fo' real. [Chorus] Your everything I need Do what you want me to (i'll do anything) Get on my knees for you What else is there to do (i don't know, I don't know, but I'll try) Pray at night, when you sellin' white Got one key tryin' 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 fuck wit' that Niggas fake, they hate my candy-paint And all the paper that your partner make Shakin' dice like a face of life Champaign just ain't tastin' right Haterade ain't 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 that heard But I handle my issue I got several pistols That won't whistle, missiles 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 that 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) [Chorus] Lets 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 [Chorus]