Bun B - You're EVerything lyrics

Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man But I'mma tell you like this f** you dawg, this the South n***a We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherf**in'-where Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho! It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies) That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky) The fifteens bam'n and the ba** kick-kickin' Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin' We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us) 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice Yellow stones all in my sh**, yellow bones all on my dick Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't f** wit that n***as fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made Friend or foe n***as never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt But I handle my issue, I got several pistols That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone I know I put it on my back, held that b**h up alone With no label backin', pride split into fractions I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared) You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall We all different but we all rep the same thing God first, family then money in the South man They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us Racial profilin', police hara**ment regular days to us You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo' You say who*e, 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, wit'chu, you're everything You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)