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
: It's 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka. Oh, shit! Krayzie: Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always
N to the S to the T To the F to the I to the E to the D You know the S to the E to the R to the V Always ready to cock to the glock Niggas drop to the
mouth Realest rhyming in the south Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks [Slim Thug
turquoise blue [Verse 4 - Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.] All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me I keep a loaded heater that's
prophet, seeking gifts It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs Hit '
last, than your daddy in the bank I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball We some paid young G's, with too
some of that vinyl for the South knalmtalkinbout? Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these bitch ass niggaz! Hold up... [echoes] [Slim Thug:] Smoke
For the Dirty Dirty South, representing H-Town [Track] I wish, got my G's from H-Town, it's going down I wish, got my G's from H-Town, it's going down
turquoise blue [Verse 4: Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.] All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me I keep a loaded heater that's
my crease styled jeans We gonna thug it up [Slim Thug] Slim Thug gonna thug it up, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma I'ma thug it up With E.S.G. and Bun B Sippin on some
never leave the crib, without a murder weapon) [E.S.G.] Now keep the sell us on the real, it's from the man with the grill E.S.G. what's up Bun B, you
hesitation, my trunk still shaking And the four 18's, got my Neons breaking [Hook] [E.S.G.] Drop, tops Swang on bops, fuck cops Whoa, no That's how Dirty South
[E.S.G.] E.S.G. and Slim Thug [Slim Thug] We like Startsky and Hutch [E.S.G.] Five mics ain't enough [Slim Thug] Cause we platinum plus [E.S.G.]
gon do, when the gun's in your mouth E.S.G.-SES, and we represent the South g'yeah [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now what you know bout Bayou Classic, or the Southern
prophet, seeking gifts It ain't no stoppin' me I gotta clock G's T-H-U-G Pop niggas they D-E-A-D Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs Hit 'em
Time to lay it down, like Big Ball & G It's the L to the I to the L, to the K to the E to the K to the E Throw your hood up, this is Texas best Don't
